[ WP ] You 're a Time Traveler in Frontier Wyoming , but you slowly start to realize everyone else is also a Time Traveler just trying to live their lives and hide the fact that they 're a Time Traveler from everyone else .

**META: ** *I monkeyed with the prompt a bit, I'm writing on the premise that not all people in frontier Wyoming are time travelers, and that those who are are a little community unto themselves. I can get my teeth into it better this way. * 
 
 *Anyhow... * 
 
 The uneven surface of the lacquered bartop keeps my elbows from sliding outward. If it were a perfectly plane surface, I would n't be able to hunch over my drink in the traditional manner of the frontier saloon patron. My elbows would slide inexorably and implacably outward, eventually conspiring to drop my nose into my whisky like a depth charge. 
 
 Giulio walked around the corner out of the vestibule, stomping his boots to knock the shit off them. This was bad form, as you're supposed to do it out on the porch, but the barman was an asshole, and was a particular asshole to Giulio, as he was ( supposedly ) an Italian immigrant, and therefore ( supposedly, again ) a catholic. The barman would go on and on and on about `` papists'' and `` wops'' and how one or the other or both would be the downfall of this Good Christian Country. Occasionally he would spice up his rants with complaints about the dusky, sulty, oversexed Italian woman, tempting Righteous Christian Men to sin. 
 
 One temptation, please. 
 
 The way Giulio saw it, you spew horse shit, you get to clean up horse shit. Justice was served. 
 
 He swept some questionable-looking debris off the top of the stool next to mine, and assumed his station. 
 
 `` Ave et salve, Iuli.'' 
 
 `` Ave et salve, Marce.'' 
 
 We stuck to English from there. His English is a damn sight better than my Latin, nevermind that I studied the hell out of it for three years. One thing they forgot to mention is that literary Latin is a damn sight different than conversational Latin. 
 
 Gaius Julius Valerius Asiaticus ordered a brandy. They never had enough wine for him. Given the opportunity, he would drink it in preference to anything else, even water, drink it LIKE water, and he would n't lose a dot of control. He earned the `` Asiaticus'' appellation after he led his legion all over Persia, chasing a small Parthian army that had raided all throughout Syria and Capadoccia. When he returned, his troops stacked up twelve thousand boiled Parthian heads outside the gates of Samosata, a Roman legionary base sitting just on the Parthian border in Capadoccia. 
 
 Giulio did not feel especially threatened by the barman. 
 
 *I would love to write more, but I have a time crunch right now. I might come back and add more later if people want. *
