<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Ginny_Avatar.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Virginia 'Ginny' Mary Lou Whateley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whateley Family<br/><strong>Date:</strong>10th April, 1876.  (Roughly two months before game start.)<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening - Just Before Sundown<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New Moon Saloon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Annabel Montgomery<br/><hr/><br/>Well, that was certainly a chilly welcome for someone that could have been mistaken for family.  That same smile, ever so slightly shrank, at the rebuff from the barmaid as Ginny looked at the exact coinage that had been returned.<strong>"Nuthin' wrong with sharin' a drink,"</strong>she commented, a bit nonplussed, as she looked at the Scotch in her own hand before sipping at it.  Though it was unlike her to remain too off-balance and thankfully the older woman piped up, providing Ginny with time to recover her form and valuable information like the other girl's name.<strong>"Annabel.  S'got a good ring tah it."</strong>She could tell that Annabel was less than pleased that her name had been given out.  That was perhaps a bit of a difference between her and Annabel; the other girl seemed to be more willing to wear her feelings on her sleeve; Ginny had the habit of playing her cards close to her vest.  Though she liked to let people think they knew what she was holding.<br/><br/>Tactfully, she ignored the fact that Annabel had lied about still being on shift.  It didn't seem like a good topic to bring up if she wanted to find out more about the other girl.  With a gesture from the glass with Scotch in it, she introduced herself.<strong>"Mah name's Virginia.  But everyun calls muh Ginny."</strong><br/><br/>And that seemed to end the conversation right there and then.   Excusing herself, Annabel left.  Leaving Ginny once again a bit dumbfounded at how unfriendly the other girl was.<strong>"Was it sumethin' ah said?"</strong>she muttered to no one in particular as she finished up her drink and proceeded to cast her gaze around, looking for a card game to join.  But in her mind, this wasn't over by a long shot.  She wasn't about to let Annabel Montgomery off the hook so easily.<br/><br/>~*~*~<br/><br/>For the next five nights, Ginny made sure to visit the New Moon Saloon after making sure that Annabel would be on the shift.  Thankfully, the other folk working there were more apt to talk than the blonde had been.  Though that was about as good as they were for; none of them seemed to know anything more about Annabel.  It was a bit of a conundrum, but Ginny had always been a stubborn type of person.  She didn't like to quit so easily and the other girl's reticence had sparked her fire.<br/><br/>Each time, Ginny had made sure to get early enough to catch a song or two strummed out on the guitar.  They were all haunting beautiful, with a tinge of sadness that pulled at the heartstrings.  It was about the only time that Annabel seemed to come more alive, though her face never really betrayed what she was feeling.  Then, they would meet up at the drink as Ginny would order her whiskey, the most expensive one they had available in the saloon.  Then, she would try and strike up a conversation with Annabel.<br/><br/>So far, it hadn't panned out at all.  The other girl was as close-mouthed as ever and always would leave after serving Ginny her drink.  It somewhat bothered the young Whateley; she was used to others responding to her natural charm.  Though she did note that it didn't seem like a personal animosity; rather, Annabel behaved this way with everyone.  It was definitely odd and only made Ginny more determined to be the first one to be the exception to that rule.  But thankfully, she wasn't stupid either.  It was obvious that a change of tactics would be needed to try and jostle Annabel into actually holding a conversation with her.<br/><br/>A small grin came to Virginia Whateley's lips.  And she had just the idea.  Signaling one of the other barmaids, Ginny put the first step of her plan into action...<br/><br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Ginny_Avatar.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Virginia 'Ginny' Mary Lou Whateley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whateley Family<br/><strong>Date:</strong>16th April, 1876.  (Roughly two months before game start.)<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening (After Annabel's Shift)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New Moon Saloon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Annabel Montgomery<br/><hr/><br/>The sixth day there was no sign of Ginny at all the entire day.  It seemed like she had given up.  Perhaps Annabel had breathed a sigh of relief.  Or perhaps she had been a little disappointed.  The young Whateley had never bothered to ask.<br/><br/>Instead, Ginny was found waiting at Annabel's door at the top of the New Moon Saloon.  She looked a little odd, simply sitting on the floor with her legs sprawled out and spread in a most unladylike fashion and her back leaned up against the wall.  Though the fact that Annabel hadn't seen the young Whateley until now did raise the question of how long she had been there.  It must have been a long time.  Most likely, Ginny came in during one of the times when Annabel had ducked into the back kitchen.  Then, she must have snuck up the stairs and positioned herself in front of the blonde barmaid's door.  Then, she must have waited.<br/><br/>And waited.  And waited.<br/><br/>Though it was obvious that Ginny considered her efforts well worth it, given how widely she now smiled.<strong>"Howdy,"</strong>she stated very pleasantly, ignoring any shocked look that might be on Annabel's face.  Instead, she gave an air of mock shock and surprise.<strong>"Fancy meetin' yuh here.  Funny how things werk out sometimes."</strong>There was a definite smug undertone in Ginny's voice as she climbed to her feet to stand in front of Annabel.  It was then that the other woman noticed that she held a bottle in her hand and two glasses.<br/><br/>Holding up the bottle for the other woman's inspection, Ginny waggled it back and forth.<strong>"Hope yuh dun mind.  The stuff yah'll got down thar ain't half-bad.  But ah still prefer mah local supplier."</strong>Those green eyes sparkled mischievously.<strong>"This here is the real good stuff.  Try and and ah think y'ull like it."</strong><br/><br/>It was part-request, part-demand.  And it was obvious that Ginny wasn't planning on going away just after being stonewalled one, two, or ten times.