<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Ginny_Avatar-01.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Virginia 'Ginny' Mary Lou Whateley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whateley Family<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Casino Morongo<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Graham Neiler, Max Baine<br/><hr/><br/>Life in Gomorra was aptly named<em>'Fast Country'</em>for a reason.  Things had a way of changing on you in the blink of an eye.  Towns sprung up overnight and disappeared.  Long established businesses went bust in the course of a day.  Yet the more things changed, the more things stayed the same.  At least that was how it worked in the eyes of Ginny Whateley.  For one, she would have never thought Deacon Sloane would have struck out for the east and sold the Casino for a tidy sum.  The older man had always seemed to relish life out here too much though he was also a man of creature comforts.  Perhaps he had grown tired of constantly needing to manage things.  Though somehow Ginny suspected that it was possible that he would be back before too long.<br/><br/>A man like Deacon Sloane couldn't live easy.  It wasn't in his blood.  She understood that much.<br/><br/>Still, the Casino had sold and what it meant for Ginny still remained to be seen.  Bought by Sweetrock, it hardly mattered one way or another to the young Whateley.  She didn't have an axe to grind like the rest; after all, her fortunes were secure.  Though she did want to keep her table.  And perhaps it was possible to negotiate a more favorable rate.  Honestly, she didn't mind one way or another.  The table was simply a way for her to pass time.  But it didn't hurt to get a bigger slice of the pie if she could.  In that way, she had picked up her father, Jebediah's, ways.  He had a way of making sure he squeezed out every single cent in a deal.<br/><br/>In fact, she was just busy running her table, business as usual, when things began to happen.  Much like the high cards coming all at once.  First, the appearance of a dusty stranger.  New to Gomorra from the looks of him, but not new to the life.  His being armed to the teeth and the way he held himself gave him an appearance of a man who had put more than one man in the bone orchard.  Though he did seem to have a bit of a baby face.  Ginny was even contemplating at making a casual pass at him since things were slow at the moment when things really picked up with the appearance of Max Baine, one of Sweetrock's own.<br/><br/>And with his appearance, things began to clear out as hostilities intensified.  A strange way of doing business.  Honestly, it didn't make too much sense in antagonizing your customer base even if you were flaunting coin openly.  Though she suspected the miners would be back.  They might have hated Sweetrock, but it would be hard to find a finer gambling establishment.  Strange and stranger in her eyes as she casually shuffled the cards and dealt herself five of 'em.  Then, gave a low whistle.  Straight flush.  All diamonds.   About as rare as a hand as you would see in five card draw.  It was a pity she wasn't playing anyone.  Of course, her eyes casually looked right and then looked left for any trouble.  Things had been kept tightly under control when Mr. Sloane had been around.<br/><br/>No more guarantee that was the case.<br/><br/>Then, Twitch started up.  Ginny knew of him; they played a few hands before.  And she well understood that he wasn't all that right in the head.  He was a few nuggets short of a full bag.  While she was always content to take his coin and he hers, she also knew that it wasn't wise to get too close to someone like him.  And singing proved it.  The man couldn't really hold a tune worth a damn.  The tensions crescendoed and then faded off when nothing happened besides a brief, invasion of personal space.  Though Ginny understood it was quite significant.  Much like roosters fighting for territory, Twitch seemed to have thrown his glove down.<br/><br/>And staring a the drink that was offered by Sweetrock, Ginny casually tapped her fingers against the table.  Signaling she accepted it and the first round, but was also upgrading it with her own coin.  A half eagle was flashed and given to the establishment before her favorite whiskey was poured.  A much finer quality than what had been initially served though she did use Sweetrock's coin to supplement the drink, showing that their attentions were not unwelcome to her at least.<br/><br/>Though a pout was given since there was no sense for a game around.  So Ginny decided to go with her original idea and make eyes a bit with the newcomer at the bar.<strong>"Mind tryin' yer hand once oar twice? Ah'll reckon someun such as yerself might have a bit o'luck goin' fer them."</strong>Casually, she shuffled the cards again and dealt them to herself and peeked at them.  Two pair, Jacks high.  So hers was a half-truth.  His luck would probably be pretty good, but hers seemed to be better at the moment.  Though she might be willing to fold a few winning hands just to pay the time and make some small talk while waiting on Sweetrock's move.<br/><br/>No point in letting the new guy know that though. He'd figure things out on his own soon enough. Or he wouldn't and he'd be a dead man.  Either way for her; it wasn't really her business.<br/><br/>A slanted look with those Whateley eyes was also given to Max Baine's directoin.<strong>"Ah'd also invite yuh, Mistuh Baine. But ah'm not sure it'd be fair if ah were tah win against yuh."</strong>A sly smile was given, full of confidence about her skill and her luck, even as she took a drink of the rich whiskey with a sigh and then undid a button on the front of her shirt to casually flash a bit of white skin.  It was so subtle, one might mistaken it for innocence.  After all, it<em>was </em>hot enough in the Casino.  Unless one knew Virginia Whateley.  Still, no one was complaining 'sides the soiled doves who knew that it was hard to compete for attention in one sense.  Even if Ginny wasn't being serious at all. about any man there  She still took up marks and made it so the coins didn't follow so easily to the other women.<br/><br/>And as always, she ignored their sideways annoyed glances like a duck might ignore water sliding off its oiled feathers.  Was it her fault that others were drawn to her?  It wasn't as if she<em>sought </em>out their attention.  At least, not all that much.<strong>"It's always a losin' proposition tah take money from thu house.  Lest yuh think differently."</strong>Another significant look was given, Ginny being genuinely curious to see how things would work now that Sweetrock owned the place.