Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: The Magnificent Seven
Character/Pairing: Ezra/Inez, Ensemble, mentioned Chris/Vin
Challenge/Prompt: anythingdrabble 65: Fold
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 4 December 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
The saloon was almost eerily quiet as the renowned gambler shuffled his cards. He folded them and sighed underneath his breath, his head inclining slightly in the shadows. He didn’t know what it was about this Christmas Eve. He was accustomed to being alone, but this Christmas, if he were honest, it bothered him a bit.
It wasn’t that he didn’t have friends. His life was, for the first time, full of them, but they all had other agendas tonight. Buck was undoubtedly passed out in someone’s bed somewhere, just as his mother would be sleeping soundly in whatever poor soul was her current target, dreaming of how she was going to rob them blind. Josiah and Nathan had bedded down at the church for the evening, and Chris and Vin were out under the cold, lonely stars.
“Would you like a drink, senor?”
Ezra looked up and blinked sharply. At first he thought it was just his weariness seeing the crimson and green sprig of plant held over the head of the most beautiful woman he’d known, but then he realized that the drinks were already on his table and the plant was hanging by Inez’s own hand in a clear invitation. He smiled, his gold tooth flashing.
He would have stood to meet her and then swept her off her feet, but there wasn’t enough room left between the table and his body to allow him to do so. Instead he reached up, circled her waist with his graceful arms, and pulled her into his lap. “That, senorita, is an invitation no man in his right mind would pass on.”
He kissed her, long and deep. Her mouth tasted of all the many, wonderful things she’d made that night. He could taste the nutmeg and cinnamon from her Christmas cookies and eggnog along with a hint of spice from the enchiladas that had become her speciality dinner. Ezra was still kissing her, and sorting through her many delicious tastes, when the door suddenly swung open.
Inez looked up. “I’m sorry, senor, but we are closed for the holiday -- “ She stopped and smiled. “Although I think we can make an exception for you two.”
Ezra could practically feel the tracker and his lover shivering. “Don’t just stand there in the doorway, gentlemen,” he scolded, releasing Inez. “Come in! We can add to the fire -- “
“ -- and the eggnog.” Inez swept away to pour more drinks as Ezra added logs to the fire. As he worked, he heard the stomping of more boots. When he turned around, his own smile was dazzling beside the firelight as he saw all six of his friends had made it back to the saloon. Bucklin especially didn’t look happy, but Inez was beaming brilliantly, too, when she returned with drinks and cookies for them all.
“You see, senor,” she whispered to him when nobody else was paying attention, “you’re not as alone as you think, especially on Christmas.” She winked and bit his gingerbread man.