<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Agatha-avi.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>A week before game start.<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Casino Morongo<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Harley<br/><hr/><br/>Agatha’s eyelids fluttered open at the smoky voice ordering the drink.  She had noticed the dark-haired woman leaning against the bar.  She was being unobtuse with her presence, but it surely wasn’t easy.  A hard working woman in Gomorra wasn’t hard to find, but not many wore a man’s clothes so comfortably and openly.<br/><br/>Agatha’s emerald eyes took in the dark hair and sun-kissed olive skin.  So much like someone else she knew. However this woman’s clothing, cut for a man, concealed some but not all of the obvious curves of womanhood.  The young lady hid it well, but she was quite a beauty.  It was when the bartender reached for the Superior that it occurred to Agatha that the lady had been referring to what she was drinking.<br/><br/>“Aye, you won’t regret it.” Agatha answered with a hint of an Irish lilt in her voice.  Agatha’s accent was subtle, she had spent so much time away from her family that she sounded more English now, but Ireland always had a way of creeping back into her voice.  With a smile she set her tumbler on the bar though her hand never left it.  The alcohol and ice formed cool droplets of water along the surface of the glass wetting her fingertips.<br/><br/>“This is the only place in town with an Irish Whiskey worth a damn.” She said, though the two bottles Agatha kept in her cabinet at home would certainly argue that point.<br/><br/>She did not know the young woman’s name, but she had been noticed about town as well.  A woman that tall and that pretty would not go unnoticed no matter how hard she tried to hide it.  She watched the quiet young lady as the barkeep returned and set the glass down on the bar, pocketing her quarter and leaving the two women alone to attend to other customers.<br/><br/>“And how did I make it look, exactly Miss…?” She asked, her crossed leg dangling a soft booted foot.<br/>