"This can be an experience we can share now, huh, Jon." Clint smiled, "There are certainly enough girls..... If we ask we might get a group discount."
Jon liked the look of some of the young ladies, however he felt a little insecure around this new masterful Clint.
"You have fun. I'm more of a history buff, I think I'll soak up the atmosphere." He waved expansively, to the whole saloon and the rest of the town outside the window.
Clint left the table making eye contact with three of the ladies on the balcony, who awaited him at the top of the stairs.
Jon watched, feeling a little jealous, as Clint groped the various ladies, and told them jokes before deciding on the buxom blonde, in the green corset with the ass you could bounce pennies from.
As she passed held the door open for his whore, like a gentleman, he was whispering something. A quick wave down to Jon, was joined by the bottle being raised in salute from the table.
However, Jon started to curse under his breath as he let loose a echoing belch, and felt his body tingle from head to toe. That damned Clint had made a wish regarding him. Nobody was paying him the least attention as the magic went to work.
