<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Ginny_06a.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Virginia 'Ginny' Mary Lou Whateley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whateley Family<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Golden Mare<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Marguerite, Harley, J.B. Goudeau, Maybelle Greene (NPC), Edward Baldrick (NPC)<br/><hr/><br/>Goudeau knew how to follow the cue.  A beatific smile was given in his direction as he offered his hand to envelop her own, almost like they both marched to a strange tune that only the genteel of the South could hear.  Idle thoughts wondered how they would match on the ballroom floor.  She could imagine that he would clean up nicely and be fit for one of the balls her Grandma held.  Perhaps an invitation would be in order?  And as a small reward, Ginny pressed a little closer to him, not quite touching, but surely narrowing the space between them.  The hem of her outrageously large dress brushing the edge of his shoe even as she prepared to depart in triumph.  After all, she had made her scene and scored her points against all the parties that had dared snub her, leaving her feeling quite pleased with herself.<br/><br/>Edward's outburst only made things better.  Because even if he tried to be cutting or insulting, the truth was simple.  He was a beaten dog, running with his tail and the tatters of his so-called honor between his legs.  Soaked in tea and openly fuming.  After all, wasn't he the one who had gone to all the trouble, traveled all this way to see little old Virginia Whateley?  So any insult he could come up with was a reflection on himself and did well to show his utter lack of moral character.<strong>"Did yuh har that, Mistuh Godeau?"</strong>Ginny said, her voice honeyed innocence.<strong>"Ah wonder whatevah iz thu mattuh.  Why it's almost like some'un dumped uh pot'otea on his head!"</strong>She made sure that her voice was loud enough that the retreating Lieutenant Baldrick could hear her.<br/><br/>However, the remarks by her rival and then Miss Greene were not taken so lightly or dismissively.  Ginny paused in her oversized bustle and pink, frilly dress, making sure to get every inch she possible could in height as she turned her nose up at both of them.  It wasn't quite with the polished air that some could manage, but it would also suffice.<strong>"Tis true 'bout thu dresses 'nd ladies,"</strong>she tilted her heat to acknowledge her rival's wit and insight.  But then gave her own riposte. "<strong>Pity yurs dun match." </strong>Reaching in a small purse that she was carrying in the crook of her arm, she casually pulled forth a few silver dollars, around three or five, she didn't bother to count, and casually scattered them directly at the feet of Marguerite.<strong>"Thar.  Muh Momma always told muh tah take care o'thu poor."</strong>Another catty smile was given even as another sizing look was given, like a territorial cat making sure to let her rival know to tread lightly here.<br/><br/><strong>"Mebbe now yuh kin afford sumethin' a lit'le better than what yer currently wearin'..."</strong>Another dismissive look was given at Marguerite's dress though actually there was really nothing wrong with her clothes.  They was perfectly fine.  Ginny simply wanted her rival to feel discomfited and was going after the low-hanging fruit with a viciousness that few would match.  There was twinkle in those green Whateley eyes and not a nice one at that even as she turned to stared at Miss Greene.  Locking gazes with her in a steely way before another sniff was given in the older woman's direction to let the old biddy know that she didn't give a flip about what she thought.<br/><br/><strong>"If we ain't welcome har, it ain't no problem.  Plenty o'better places tah be."</strong>Her tone was measured and she honestly meant every word.  Just because the Golden Mare was one of the finest establishments in Gomorra didn't mean anything to Ginny.  After all, where she was, that's where the business would be.  It was her coin that made or broke places.  There wasn't a single owner that didn't want her gracing their doors with her free-spending ways.  At least that's how she saw things.<br/><br/>So with her hand still firmly gripping Goudeau's, Ginny prepared to leave. Miss Greene didn't intimidate her.  In the end, the other woman was also a businesswoman.  A little coin and she would be happy to have Virginia Whateley back.  For what Edward Baldrick said was true.  Ginny did fancy herself the Queen of Gomorra.  And it was a title she wasn't plenty on relinquishing to anyone anytime soon.  Certainly not to some dark-haired beauty that had just come into town.<br/><br/>Though who knows?  Perhaps this new arrivee could be someone fun to shop with.  A<em>good </em>friend in the future.  Ginny would have loved it, deliberately spending bags full of golden eagles in front of the other girl while smiling at her all the while.  Silently telling her not to worry. it wasn't her fault she was so<em>poor</em>.  Not everyone could be Virginia Whateley, after all.  And here was another true adage that the young Whateley had learned at a tender age in her family.<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Keep your friends close and your enemies even closer.</strong></span></em>