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"I don't think Dallas here really has a choice in the matter, sweetheart," she sing-songed back cheerfully before gesturing for the young woman to come by her side and watch what she was doing. It was a stark difference, teaching a medical lesson to a complete stranger in the middle of her kitchen as opposed to precepting an orientee that just graduated nursing school in an appropriate room with appropriate medical equipment.

Then again, if his little sidekick was going to be ride or dieing it up with Dallas...it was probably a good thing for her to learn a trick or two, if they got caught in a pinch.

"You'll get a cookie when we're finished if you behave," came the chastise before the needle rose, clamped tightly by the utensil holding it, and Jule's attention turned back towards her protege. "I'll start us off, then you can take over - alright?"

Eyes narrowed as she focused on the wound, doing her best to ignore the outside factors trying to catch her attention. Thankfully, years of practice kept her focus on track and the needle began its journey, the nurse only pausing for a moment here and there to have the other girl dab at the site with damp gauze, wiping away the occasional trickle. The forceps and holder worked their magic as the older woman explained the importance of a sterile environment - one wouldn't want to share cooties with someone like Dallas, she mused - as well as making sure to insert deep enough to catch the threading.

Once she'd done the first two on her own, the figurative torch was passed on to her student, ever-careful in her handoff. As Knot worked to get the hang of it, Jules went so far as to tug off her gloves and sweep around to the counter, lifting up the top box of cookies and returning to the duo.

"Just like that, sweetie. Look, you're a natural at this!"

The lid came off in between her praises towards Knot, a single cookie rising up in Dallas's direction... and then making its way right into Julianne's mouth, the nurse taking a bite as she smiled towards the patient.

"I can't pretend I got some ******** choices." He mumbled, taking less of big swigs of the bourbon and instead sipping from the bottle now. "Women always get together and tag team and then I'm s**t outta luck 'ere." He paused but then the grin appeared, just as quick and charming as the first day he met both of them. "But if ya'll want to put those delicate fingers all over me together, I ain't the kind of man to refuse such attention."

The idea of getting cookies for good behavior made the cowboy wrinkle his nose at Jules and caused a sort of rebellious sass to come out. "I've been well behaved...." He reached down to pat pockets before finding what he needed and pulling out a slim e-cigarette. Times were changing he thought, as he turned the little device on and took a long drag. He missed the good ol' cuts of fresh tobacco and rolled cigarettes.

He didn't flinch as the needle came in, because honestly he couldn't feel it. He'd been stitched up enough before to know, not to be squeamish either so this was probably the easiest stitching either of the two woman had to do.

Hungry gaze settled on cookies that were floating in his vision, carted by the pretty little blonde and just when he thought he'd get some....Jules pulled it away.

"That's just plain ol' cruel." He looked down at Knot's work, before sighing heavily. "I don't need to be gentle. Wasn't in the contract." He added as an after thought and took another long drag on the cigarette. "Hunny, you go any further down with those stitches and face, and you're gonna run into a snake that bites." The drawl was long and sweet, but it probably helped that the man was a good half drunk now.

Knot snorted again, but was lightly grinning regardless. "How many times do I have to tell you I'm not interested and that you're not my type?" She asked, amused, and when Jules came over to finish up, she readily passed off the job. She didn't move just yet though, and instead hovered over the nurse's shoulder to watch her finish up. She wanted to see the motions for tying it up.

Once that was finished, Knot beamed at Jules. "Thank you kindly!" She then made good on the offer of a cookie, pulling the bloodied gloves off and depositing them into the trash. The woman then located the container and oh...they were warm still and when she broke it apart, the chocolate chips were melting. She took a bite, and it was so good. Knot hummed in satisfaction, and from her spot leaning against one of the kitchen counters, she piped up, "Take him for all he has, Jules~ House calls on the fly? Quadruple the rates. Plus the cost of bourbon and cookies---which are delicious, by the way---thank you."

She was about to make yet another sassy comment directed towards their male companion (because quadruple the rates? He'd need to do that and tip!) when a sudden grab had her actually headed in his direction. Jules let out a very unladylike squeak in surprise, hands flying up automatically to try to catch herself.

Those same hands quickly came into contact with the bare chest of her "patient", adding to the sudden color growing on her cheeks. Ever the exhibitionist, he was especially cheeky once he'd gotten some bourbon him in. The loss of blood in his wound certainly wasn't affecting blood pooling in other areas, it would seem.

Struggling to resist the scruffy lips touching her chin, she turned her attention towards the younger woman and tried to keep her expression nonchalant (though was doing quite the poor job of it).

"He's drunk, so I'm not going to let him drive anywhere - god help the other people on the road if I did." One elbow playfully jabbed into the rib cage of her horny companion. "You're welcome to stay as well, Miss Knot. I've got a couple of spare guest rooms to choose from. Don't let this horndog scare you off."

(Guest rooms set up and fixed for guests she failed to ever have, sadly enough.)

The half naked cowboy was already trying to pull clothes off Jules the homemaker, sliding large hands over body. Like he cared that Knot was around anyways. Kid was smart. She'd stay or get out.

"No scratches Knot." He said as a gaze lingered on her and then tilted his head, "Have it back in the morning. Enjoy."

He waited till the door closed before he looked up at the blonde. "I don't think she knows. Not very saintly are we anyways?" He stood now, gripping hands under her butt and lifting her to wrap legs around him, if she wanted. "Come on Jules." He whispered in her ear, "I'm gonna plow you like wheat fields in the grain season." He laughed, mimicking the words said by his younger companion.