<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d9/Alexandervalentinepushe.png)</div><br/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Alexander Valentine<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>None<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside of the New Pony Express<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Closed<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><em>"I have to go. Bye bye Alexander."</em><br/><br/>"Wait, what?" Alex managed to get out after a moment of confusion, but the girl had already taken off running. A frustrated noise curled up and died in Alex's throat as he watched the redhead flee, his questions to her about the card left unanswered and the desire to know what it meant only grew as it gnawed at him from the inside out. He'd chalk up Aislinn as a rather strange woman in his book and made a point of grilling her further the next time they meet, which would hopefully earn him some answers compared to none at all. Hell, he'd be happy with something more than calling it a<em>present</em>. Right now it was more of a burden that felt like it was burning a hole in his chest. Who knew, it probably was.<br/><br/>Tsk'ing under his breath, Alex adjusted his hat by tugging the brim of it down then started off in the direction of the nearest saloon. While it was still much too early for him to be stumbling around like the lushes that frequented most of them, his encounter with the strange redheaded woman earned him a drink - at the least - and maybe even something more if he had cash enough to spare.<br/><br/>However, if the man was going to drink, Alex would only settle for the good stuff. Not some piss water from the cheapest side of Gomorra. He'd also look for a saloon near a decent place to spend the night, preferably one that offered a service where he had a wash basin of cold water brought to his room. Considering the heat and how long he stayed out in it today, a bath was pretty high on Alex's list of priorities. Sure, he already had one this week, but there was no harm in another even if it meant spending a little more money to cool down.<br/><br/>Pulling the card from the outside breast pocket that Aislinn tucked in into, Alex eyed the card again as he walked. There was a slight temptation to just get rid of it altogether, but he pushed the urge away and tucked it into one of his inner pockets instead. After slapping on his best grimace (which wasn't hard considering what just happened), Alex continued on his way and strode with purpose towards the northern side of Gomorra. His destination: Anywhere that had a fine selection of drinks, good music and food that didn't taste rotten in his mouth.