<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Doom%20Town/D_zps6090b0d7.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Isobel Harley Montoya Marquez - "Harley"<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown to the public thus far<br/><strong>Date:</strong>July 18th, 1874<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Late Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Polecat Saloon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Virginia 'Ginny' Mary Lou Whateley<hr/><em>"Well lookitchu, smellin' all purty and whatnot. You dun gone an got yourself a fancy feller while none of was lookin?"</em>Harley shoved Jasper's face away with a chuckle as he leaned in far too close to take a big whiff. In reality she didn't smell much different than usual, just clean, but Jasper liked to tease her about her bathing habits.<br/><br/>"Pffft, like I would bother ta waste a washin' on some ruttin' pansy." She shook her head, sending her still wet braid teasing across her back where it was tucked into her dingy shirt. Since some drunken fool had decided to use it for a damn rope to tug himself up back a year or two ago she had been keeping it tucked away when around town. She could have simply adopted a new style that kept it up and out of the way but she didn't have time to bother with any fanciness. Her braid was straightforward and didn't require any extra fuss.<br/><br/><em>"Well, iffin it was fer me you didn't need to go ta any trouble, Harley. I'm likely just to get you all dirty again."</em>Jasper grinned that devilish smile of his, one that frequently got him his way with the women folk, but Harley only snorted.<br/><br/>"Jasper..." She smiled sweetly at the big man, batting her long eyelashes for effect.<br/><br/><em>"Yes'm?"</em><br/><br/>Harley's features fell into her usual sober lines, "No."<br/><br/>Jasper laughed good naturedly and swung his meaty arm across her shoulders.<em>"Caint blame me none fer tryin'. Though considerin' I been tryin' since you first tried to lift my stash of ammo back when I reckon I'm purty close to softenin' you up."</em>He winked which earned him a pop upside the back of his head. His grin never faltered.<em>"Right. So where to Miss?"</em><br/><br/>By the time Harley and Jasper made their way into the Polecat in search of a low stakes game to pass the time, Miss Virginia Whateley was well on her way to bein' near full as a tick and was apparently not intending to slow up any. Harley had seen the girl a time or two round the way as was common with those who made a habit of hittin' the local watering holes and was well aware of the girls status as offspring of that uppity breed, the Whateley's. Though if that was supposed to impress her any she'd apparently missed that memo. She'd tell any straight up plain as day, it didn't faze her none who sprang from who. She kept her distance and minded herself the same no matter if you were richer'n all get out or poorer'n ... well, her. The worth of a man or woman had none to do with the coin they carried in her eyes and in that early going her gaze swept right on past the fair faced blonde and the boys she was gamblin' with. She couldn't afford that table.<br/><br/>For Harley this evening was meant to be light and easy, fun even. She'd recently come into a fair bit of coin to pursue her pleasure for at least a night or two and had even managed to get a room with a real bed. There wasn't much she tended to splurge on outside of the occasional comfort but even if she didn't go for the full room, bathin' was always high on her list. Might seem an odd thing for a woman who'd given herself over to livin' a life outside the law without a respectable roof over her head but the fact was that old habits were hard to break. Livin' at The Desert Rose as a girl back in Texas there had been certain expectations and bathin' regular was one of 'em. No child adopted by Madame Rose and her girls was gonna run around lookin' like a mud baby. It was just bad for business, what with the high caliber clientele they had catered to.<br/><br/>Posted up at a table populated by men too far into their drink to realize they were bein' read, Harley leaned back and tipped Jasper's hat down some over her brow as she swirled her drink round in her cup. She'd been on the same drink the whole time but the rest had tossed back more'n enough to make up for her slow sippin'. The buck on her right was a little ansty, shiftin' around like he was about to make a move that wasn't gonna leave anyone happy, which had her a touch wary. She had been eyein' him the whole night though and he seemed just a shade too yella to commit to whatever was up his sleeve. As a measure of assurance however, her steely gaze lifted to his and she smiled toothily in a way that made him swallow thickly though her hand never twitched toward her waist and Colt holstered there. She might have followed that up further just to drive the point home but Miss Whateley chose that moment to pipe up with her loud squawkin' from just a table away.<br/><br/>Harley's lip curled as her gaze shifted for a second to take in the teetering girl. She was used to the mostly coarse manners one encountered out west, but for some reason this seemed to grate on her nerves far more aggressively. Still, it wasn't none of her business... until that fine peach of lady decided to take her mean out on the poor serving girl by spittin' liquor back in her face.<br/><br/>Even tempered--that's how Harley was generally regarded. She was steady as they come with rocks as big as any of the men she rode with. Blazin' guns, ornery rattlers, whatever, none of it shook her. Her emotions were always held in check. Weren't but a few ways to crack that steely composure really but quite impressively Miss Ginny had managed to start the fissure in the space of a heartbeat.<br/><br/>She folded her hand, not wanting the spike of anger to lead her into a blind play, and her gaze shifted away from Miss Whateley as she forced herself to breathe and let it go. No sense in startin' nothin' over some girl she didn't know the first thing about... At least that's what she told herself over and over as her irritation mounted with every unnecessary bark from Virginia Whateley's mouth. By the time the young woman took it upon herself to help the barmaid move along with a boot to her backside some hands later, Harley'd had more than enough of the "fine young southern lady".<br/><br/>Jasper must have seen her twitch though and reached out to cover her hand with a large paw before she could do much of anything. He was smart enough that it was her right hand he grabbed and not her left since Harley didn't like people touchin' her gun hand but the motion still drew her attention as it was meant to.<em>"Let it be girl. We don't want no trouble."</em><br/><br/><em>"Aye, I'd listen to him lass. Making an enemy of a Whateley isn't the smartest way to go."</em>Came a harsh whisper still carrying the flavor of Ireland. Unfortunately she also heard Ginnys laughter and the "I'm so innocent" question that left her lips.<br/><br/>Harley snatched her hand from beneath Jasper's grip, glaring at him with brown eyes gone flat before switching her gaze to the older Irishman across from her. "I dun care if her gran'papi can piss pure ghost rock! Miss Whateley needs ta be taught some damn manners an if none of y'all can be arsed to do it then I guess it's up to me, now idnit?" At 19 years old she had just enough foolishness and "nobility" left in her to believe that. Others might have been hesitant to call the girl to heel due to her sex and status but Harley didn't see any of that. She only saw a mean drunk past her limit.<br/><br/>Her gaze shifted again and this time her voice was loud enough to carry to the next table, though her posture didn't change as she continued to lean back lazily, her hat tilted forward enough to cast her face in shadow. "I thank we all saw that, Miss. Must be a sad day indeed when a Whateley is out classed by a poor Red." She shook her head and tsked at the girl as if she had every right to call her out ever so casually. "Why the ol' Lady must be beside 'erself to hear of your manners. Surely she taught you better'n that? Then again, I suppose no one could blame you for bein' upset. Girl as purty as that, why I might even feel like a foul tempered cow next to 'er." Harley paused long enough to sip at her drink. "Course, I'd think what with that fancy upbringin' an all, you'd have enough sense not to let 'er make you<em>sound</em>like one too." There was laughter from those near enough to hear though most covered their mouths or looked away.<br/><br/>Some might have though it was tempting fate to call her out directly, and perhaps it truly was, but Harley's good mood had been soured somethin' serious and she wasn't in the mood to tiptoe around anybody. She was baitin' Miss Ginny for sure, testin' just how far her liquid courage carried. Her left hand was still on the table, relaxed as can be as she sipped her drink but it wouldn't take much at all to get it where it needed to be should it come to that. Hopefully Miss Whateley would have some sense left in that liquor soaked brain of hers and just pipe down or better yet call it night and get the hell on. Then again she had just tormented a poor barmaid endlessly for no good reason so Harley wasn't all that hopeful.