<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/Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Babel's Tower<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Avery Burnham, Cordelia “Corky” Hendricks …(noticing purdy music, a fly and  the the heavenly scent of pork). Open<br/><hr/><br/>Letty’s not so sharp senses noted movement and so her head tilted to the side, following the shift of her eyes. She paused and stared at the hat Pretty-Boy was holding and narrowed her eyes attempting to focus. It looked suspiciously like her own. But that couldn’t be...her’s was safely atop of… Letty’s hand moved to pat the top of her head three times before her arm dropped and she pouted, wondering where her hat had gotten to.<br/><br/>A pretty sounding voice filled the room and soon Letty’s eyes were rolling upwards, looking toward the ceiling as if searching for angels. The chatter between Corky and Avery and the mystery of where Letty might rest her head had largely gone unnoticed, especially when a fly made its presence known. Around and around and around it flew, zooming up and down like it were drunk on the fumes of booze and cheap perfume. Eventually it landed on the tip of Letty’s nose and she sat, crosseyed staring at it as it stared at her. A quick gust of breath blown with a controlled purpose had the fly moving on, and the room feeling a little less dizzy.<br/><br/>And then the fancy voice belonging to the Pretty-Boy flowed like the amber liquid from the bottle to her glass, smooth, rich and dangerous. She turned to face him, her head almost dropping against her shoulder, while her dark brown orbs captured his. For a moment her stare was intense. Like she was trying to etch his features in the back of her mind so she might not forget him once sleep came to claim her. They moved slowly along his handsome features, drinking him in. Her eyes smoldered. She licked her lips…. and then she was suddenly shocked out of her sensual thoughts with a hiccup. Leaning in closely, Letty waved Avery closer so that she might whisper in his ear.<strong>”I’m excellent with horses…better than I am with people…they aint never let me down.”</strong><br/><br/>Like magic the heavenly scent of pork filled the air once more, only more potent than before. Her mouth watered. She could almost taste it! Another hiccup had her jumping in her seat just a tad and her hand slapped against her thigh. She looked down towards her lap, positive that some creatine was attempting to get fresh, only the only hand that she could see was her own...and a plate! There before her was a plate filled with the most delicious looking vittles her imagination could sum up! Or at least her inebriated imagination. In truth, Letty was an accomplished cook of her native cuisine, though Aggy wished she would use less hot peppers.<br/><br/>The squeeze on her shoulder clued Letty into Corky’s kindness, though Letty was wondering why the girls was talking to her like she was simple in the head.<strong>”Willy”</strong>replied Letty. The single word was accompanied by a brilliant smile that danced in her dark brown eyes, releasing a swirl of golden flecks that seemed to catch what sun managed to stream through the windows. She nodded her head and took a bite of the mouth watering pulled pork.<strong>”It’s good….you oughta try some!”</strong>encouraged Letty with a smile before returning her attention to her food. She was hungry! Somewhere in the back of her mind, instinct took over, for as savage as she might appear to some, Aletta Emelda Maria Sanchez had been raised with impeccable manners!