<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Doom%20Town/donna-feldman-4_zps795d249b.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>A week before game start<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Casino Morongo<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Agatha<hr/>Harley nodded at the barkeep in polite acknowledgement when he set her drink down in front of her and swiped the coin from the counter top, thankful for the lack of comment thus far on his part. She watched him move on to settle up elsewhere before turning her gaze back to the copper haired beauty, the edge of a smile creeping into her normally sober features as she regarded the woman.<br/><br/>Never in much of a hurry to do anything, there was a notable pause before Harley's shoulders finally rose and fell in a lazy shrug while long, slim fingers wrapped around her glass. "Oh, I dunno... Like somethin' worth tastin', worth savorin', ya know?"<br/><br/>There might have been a spark of interest somewhere in her dark gaze but if there was it was wholly unintentional. At present she wasn't sure why she had said anything at all toward the other woman but she wasn't unwilling to indulge in a small exchange of words to pass the time. She wasn't so much the long winded sort but even she got a hankerin' to shoot the shit every now and again. That the woman opposite her was also easy on the eyes was just an added bonus.<br/><br/>She lifted the glass to her lips with the same languid motion she used to do anything, intending sample her first taste of the Irish whiskey but after some consideration paused long enough to add, "And the name's Harley, no Miss, just Harley."<br/><br/>She sipped at the whiskey, indulging herself for a moment as she let the rich flavor settle about her tongue. She was amazed she could taste it at all honestly after the liquid fire she'd swallowed down just a while ago but she was pleased to note that her taste buds hadn't all been eroded away on contact. She wasn't a big drinker most days simply because she had seen how it could utterly undo a man and leave him plump and ready at death's door but she usually bought enough to keep from being run out of whatever watering hole she chose to visit for the evening. She'd sampled a number of local flavors but most didn't do much for her in the way of taste. She'd learned to knock whatever was in her cup back quickly and just endure the burn.<br/><br/>"Why now, that's just lovely." She said with a appreciative purr, her glass settling upon the bartop again after she had swallowed her first sampling. There were a few jeers from a nearby table where the stakes appeared to be getting steep but even though she was mindful of the potential for trouble there was no discernible shift in her attention.<br/>"I cain't say I ever knowingly tasted much Irish anythang before but I reckon I could get used to this. Whut'd you say the name a this was again, Ma'am?"