The intention isn't there. It's merely Billy's poor attempt at a joke. And an offer, hidden in there somewhere, that if Vasquez should want to stay with them, well- there's more than enough room.
Still, when he mentions serving people, Billy's face darkens slightly. He'd rather rot in hell, honestly, but he makes his displeasure known with the sharp way he puts his glass of water on the table.
"No. We're not making this a boarding house. I'm not serving anyone." Not to say that, if they were settling here for a while, they would need to find steady work. And unless they wanted to split the shares three ways, that meant finding someone other than Vasquez to rig quick draw contests against.
"Something like it. There's no piano and no cathouse. Just plenty of alcohol." A lot of things he couldn't name and that hadn't smelled like his particular brand of poison, really...
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Still, when he mentions serving people, Billy's face darkens slightly. He'd rather rot in hell, honestly, but he makes his displeasure known with the sharp way he puts his glass of water on the table.
"No. We're not making this a boarding house. I'm not serving anyone." Not to say that, if they were settling here for a while, they would need to find steady work. And unless they wanted to split the shares three ways, that meant finding someone other than Vasquez to rig quick draw contests against.
"Something like it. There's no piano and no cathouse. Just plenty of alcohol." A lot of things he couldn't name and that hadn't smelled like his particular brand of poison, really...