<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/68Cavkmm4hgg_zpsc4502ad9.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Aletta Emelda Maria Sanchez (aka Letty) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9815927#msg9815927)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>none<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11th, 1877<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Babel's Tower<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Avery Burnham (noticing:  Lilah, Reid, Walter) Open<br/><hr/><br/>Letty was used to an odd look turned her way, some in admiration, others not so much. Her skin was light enough that she could pass as a well tanned white girl, but the moment she opened her mouth her not so secret..secret would be told. To some “Mexican” was a dirty word. It made no difference to Aletta, after all it weren’t like she could snap her fingers and suddenly become one of the “acceptable” folk. Aggy told her to keep  her nose clean, and don’t go messing with those thinking she was anything but a good, decent, hardworking girl. So why was she in this saloon partaking in a free drink?  The easy answer… her temper.<br/><br/>Earlier that day Aggy had let it slip that her brother, Letty’s would-be suitor, had not actually written the letters she had been sent. The news  had been unsettling. The young Mexican had felt swindled all over again. As the story unraveled so she learned that Jonah couldn’t read nor could he write a single word. Who then? Who had written those bloody letters filled with romantic notions! One such passage still resonated in the back of her mind where she had banished all thoughts of romance and love!<br/><br/><em> you stand before the sunset that paints the sky brilliant shades of red and orange. It’s like no place on earth, as the blue sky that watched down on you turns darker you see the stars dot the sky, twinklin’ just for you….time seems to stand still and you suddenly feel calm.</em><br/><br/>Letty had wanted to feel that way so badly! She could close her eyes, even now and see the picture those pretty words had painted. Only Letty had added the warmth of his embrace as he held her, pressing his strong chest against her back….he had to be strong! He had to be handsome! No man could write like that and not be! Her romantic heart had run off into the sunset, and frankly after today she’d be best pleased if it never found its way back!<br/><br/>Tilting her face towards the ceiling, Letty threw back the drink, pouring the amber liquid down her throat in one smooth movement. Only her body had never gotten used to the fiery burn of the whiskey and so she began to cough as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Twisting, the dark eyed rancher forcefully placed the glass down atop of the bar’s smooth surface and ordered another. A small voice in the back of her head, that sounded a hell of a lot like Aggie Gates, pleaded with the young girl to leave the saloon and turn her back on the seductive call of free booze. She snarled and silently told the voice to mind its own business!<br/><br/>The second glass of whiskey was roughly placed before her before the harried barman was off, telling folk to hold their horses, he was only one man! The amber liquid sploshed over the glass and coated  her fingers, leaving a ring on the wooden surface where the liquid pooled beneath the glass. Letty drew her finger into her mouth and sucked upon the dampness slowly, watching as more filed into the joint. She watched, pulling her finger free from her lips as a slicked up new resident came to make his claim at the bar. Letty held her drink and watched him out of the corner of her eye as he made his order, more than once. It made her smirk.<br/><br/>Still, she was planning on keeping herself to herself! And so she held her eyes straight forwards, taking in the crowd as they mingled. She noted a few characters, some big, some small. Some dressed fancy, while others that needed a bath real bad! There was one foul looking man at the back that held a scowl for everyone in the room. Her instincts screamed get out. Yet Letty chose to stay. So what if she was heading for a dance with the devil! She knew better now! There wasn’t a line that could be spoken that would make her believe she could give her heart away! Not now! Not ever!<br/><br/>Her focus was drawn back to the man beside her as movement caught her eye. She watched as he upended his drink in a similar way as she had done, only he appeared much more elegant in his action. His voice was fancy. Letty snarled.<strong>”I reckon you write fancy letters too..”</strong>she said aloud, voicing her thoughts rather than attempting conversation. Disgusted with men in general, the dark haired ranch hand threw back her drink once more, pouring its burning fire down her throat and reacting much the same as she had done before. Her nose wrinkled, her eyes watered, and once more she found herself coughing to clear the burning sensation along her throat.<br/><br/>One hand sporting slim fingers wrapped around the base of her neck, smoothing her skin while the other placed the now empty glass back onto the bar counter, making a definite sound to indicate she wanted another. Shame the place was growing too loud for the barkeep to hear.<strong>”Another!”</strong>she called out, looking straight ahead of her at the glasses and other bar supplies lined up against the wall. She snorted at the fancy man’s comment and rolled her eyes.<strong>”Lovely”</strong>she repeated, though the word rolled from her tongue in a manner that made it sound exotic, almost musical in its lilt rather than stuffy.