<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Ginny_06a.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Virginia 'Ginny' Mary Lou Whateley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whateley Family<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Golden Mare<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Marguerite, Harley, J.B. Goudeau, Maybelle Greene (NPC), Edward Baldrick (NPC)<br/><hr/><br/>Ginny still was openly fuming over what had just transpired, her hands tightly wrapped around her cup of tea as she stared at it with a fierce green-eyed gaze.  Her back was stiff with anger and in a touch of small irony, it couldn't get any stiffer, because it was already was ramrod straight from the whalebone lining fixed in the corset of her pink dress.  Pausing, she forced herself to take a few deep breaths as she could feel her cheeks growing flush, both from her anger and the decided lack of oxygen, as she fanned herself slightly with one white, gloved hand.  Not often did the young Whateley find herself out in the cold like she was now.  At least, not since she had gotten a pair of teats and started filling out her dresses around five years ago on her fourteenth birthday.  Since her childhood, Ginny always relied on her looks coupled with her charm to wheedle and whine until she got what she wanted.  It was the same with her cousins as it was with her older relatives; most seemed content to spoil her rotten.  Even outside of the family, plenty were willing to fawn over her appearance and her family name at the dances so she had never had a lack of interested suitors.<br/><br/>So it had been a bit of a shock to be abandoned by her potential beau, even if she had been showing as much interest as a dead trout.  One simply did not do what Edward Baldrick just did, especially not in the company that he had been keeping.  On the one hand, she supposed she should be grateful; after all, he had given her the perfect opportunity to weasel out from any further obligations.  Not even her mother would make her see such a man, Lieutenant or not, after what he had just done.  Both sides of her family, the Whateleys and the Westhoffs, were a proud bunch.  This was akin to spitting in their face.<br/><br/>Yet, the thought of simply letting things go did not sit well with the young Whateley.  After all, it was one thing for her to flutter her eyelashes at him and then never telegram back.  It was another to allow such a boorish snub stand without any form of retaliation.  In fact, Ginny was slowly building up to a boil now that the initial shock of what had happened was beginning to fade.  While she didn't often lose her temper, when she did, it always occurred in a spectacular fashion as all her family could testify.<br/><br/>And so, Ginny mulled over what the best way to get her revenge even as she finished off one of the delicate, vanilla flavored wafers.  Perhaps she'd go over in a huff and see who had caught Edward's attention.  Her curiosity had been peaked though she had resisted looking over behind her shoulder, an awkward motion given she really couldn't bend or twist at the waist in her current clothing.  Surely, this other girl must have been stunning to so easily draw his eye though she didn't want to admit that there could be someone else who could given begin to hold a candle's flame to her.  That or he really was simply blind.  And as the seconds ticked by, she felt more compelled to leave her seat and go and cause a scene.<br/><br/>That'd teach the arrogant jacknape some manners!<br/><br/>In fact, she had been so preoccupied up in her thoughts, Ginny was largely oblivious to the man who took a seat next to her table.  It wasn't until his murmured words at her chin lifted and those green Whateley eyes sharpened back to their normal gleam, losing the cloud of anger.  Carefully, she pivoted her full body until she was three-quarters of the way turned towards the speaker.  Her eyes carefully took in his entire form, the dusty appearance of a man who had just finished working to the hint of his southen drawl as he spoke, once again with that shrewd look that defined a Whateley as she offered him a wide, beautific smile in response to his words.  J.B. Goudeau was not unknown to her and she appreciated him and the hint of the South he brought with him.  It reminded her of home, which she missed from time to time out in the Maze.  While his flattery was laid on thick, at this moment, the young Whateley was willing to have her ego massaged.  A slight flutter of her eyes was given in his direction.<strong>"But Mistah <em>Goudeau</em>, Father Navarro himself says that we best be wary of such angels." </strong><br/><br/>A dramatic pause was given for effect.<strong>"Fer even the devil kin also transforms himself in tah an angel o'light,"</strong>she remarked, even as she took a fresh sip of her tea.  Neatly sidestepping the compliment and acting modest while the truth was anything but that.  Sitting pretty in her pink frills and red ribbons, she was a mouth-watering vision.  Though in her case, truer words were never spoken concerning herself though perhaps the young Whateley didn't fully appreciate the gravity of her own words.<br/><br/>Then, her smile widened fractionally.<strong>"Yer right tho'.  An angel like muh is wasted on Edward."</strong>Putting the tea cup delicately down, she stood now , her skirts rustling.<strong>"If yuh'll be such a gentleman as to accompany me?"</strong>And without waiting to see if she did, so confident that he would follow, Ginny turned and began to make her way over to the table where Edward Baldrick was so awkwardly standing among the three woman.  It was obvious whatever his intentions, he had been rebuffed sharply.  And things were only about to get worse for him in a moment as Ginny closed in like a shark sensing blood in the water.<br/><br/><strong>"Why, Edward!  And here ah thought the wash was that'uh way!"</strong>Ginny's voice was especially loud and bright, making sure everyone could hear her loud and clear.  Striding up authoritatively, she enjoyed seeing his confident manner dim ever so slightly as he was no doubt thinking of a way to leave with some face.  He probably hadn't realized she had been onto his ruse from the beginning.  The man would have been a terrible poker player in Ginny's opinion.<br/><br/>Imperiously, the young Whateley sashayed up, her smile still fixed in place.  Not giving a hint as to her intentions as she came to the table with the other three gathered women.  And immediately, she picked out her rival.  It wasn't that difficult.  After all, it was Mrs. Greene and then a scruffy-looking woman dressed in cowboy leathers whom Ginny didn't pay much attention to though her skin did tingle with a strange feeling of<em>deja vu</em>.  No, her brief glance was all for this other girl and she sized her up in an instant, those sharp green eyes dissecting her look, her deportment, her manner.  And the edge of her lip curled at the plain plaid dress the other was wearing.  Really, Edward was blind.  Though Ginny did privately admit to herself that she did carry herself with a certain sensual air.  It was pervading and subtle, in how she was so primly seated.<br/><br/>And as the young Lieutenant began to open his mouth to speak, Ginny leaned forward and pressed a single white gloved finger to his lips to shush him.<em><strong>"No need tah say a thing.  Ah understand..."</strong></em>Her voice was soothing, comforting even.  And she waited until his shoulders began to relax, relieved that he had somehow dodged this bullet.<br/><br/><em><strong>CRACK</strong></em><br/><br/>That sharp noise echoed throughout the Golden Mare as Ginny unloaded a powerful slap with her right hand, impacting fully against Lieutenant Baldrick's cheek.  And before anyone could say a thing, the young Whateley also grabbed a pot of steaming hot tea from a nearby table and upended it over him, the hot water soaking his uniform before bringing down the metal pot with a resounding<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>CRASH</strong></span></span>that no doubt had everyone wincing.  He'd be lucky to escape with only a bruise.<br/><br/><strong>"Good day tah yuh, Suh!!!"</strong>Ginny shouted hotly before stamping on his left foot with her heel as hard as she could.  Then, she was all sweetness and smiles again as she gave a very proper curtsy to the three gathered women.<strong>"Ah'm sorry fer interrupting yuh'all."</strong>Her voice was smooth and pleasant, with barely a hint of what had just happened.  A deeper curtsy was given in Marguerite's direction, an indication that Ginny recognized her as a rival.<strong>"Yuh kin hav'im; ah think yur suited tah one another."</strong>A significant look was given at the girl from Baltimore's borrowed wear.<strong>"Especially with <em>that </em>dress."</strong><br/><br/>A catty smile given, she prepared to flounce away.<strong>"Ah've better prospects,"</strong>was her last barb given off-handedly even as she looked for Mr. Goudeau to escort her back to the table.