<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://pursuitist.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/kate-upton2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Annabel Montgomery.<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Tuesday, May 2nd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning - Just after Sunrise.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New Moon Saloon.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Deep blue and bloodshot. A finger tugged gently at the dull, tired skin beneath her equally tired eyes and the female let out a frustrated sigh. Why couldn't she sleep? It wasn't like she was having night terrors, in fact, she didn't remember ever dreaming, but still her mind wouldn't allow her to rest properly. Turning away from the cracked mirror that was hanging on the wall, the blond stretched her arms above her head while her head tilted back, letting out an unsatisfied groan. After twisting at the hips ever so slightly to further stretch, Annabel began over towards the window that was currently covered with thin, dusty cloth for privacy; the sun wouldn't seem to leave her alone however, shining through the material mercilessly to brighten the small room. Her fingers fiddled with one edge of the fabric before cautiously pulling it aside an inch to peek through, the hot sun almost blinding her. Quickly pulling away, the blond shook her head and shuffled blindly over towards the simple, open-fronted, wooden wardrobe while her hands rubbed at her blue eyes. Grumbling to herself as she regained her sight, her hands began fumbling through the item's upon the rail though she knew she had no choice what to wear that morning. Tugging a couple of items from their places, Annabel tossed them over onto the bed. She had the morning shift and she wasn't looking forward to it; luckily for her though, it seemed to be relatively quiet in the early mornings.<br/><br/>Letting out an unladylike yawn, the Southern girl made her way over towards her bed to change; currently, she was dressed in what she had slept in that night, her birthday suit. The blond pulled on a pair of simple pearl coloured knickers with the occasional frill and a matching bra, offering little support. She then pulled a white, sleeveless shirt over her shoulders and began fastening the buttons as far up as was allowed, leaving a little cleavage on show. The blond then fastened a deep, dusty pink coloured corset under her bust and let out a little sigh before tugging on a white, flowing skirt that reached just above her knee's in the front and draped down to her ankles around the back. The garment was decorated with dusty pink ribbon and decorative lace so as not to look so plain. The girl gave her hair a quick tidy up then, splitting the locks in half to let the bottom half fall over her shoulders while the top half she secured with a couple of bobby pins to create a small bouffant on the top of her head. A pair of dusty, worn white boots (http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61cHXIgxbJL._SL1000_.jpg) completed her outfit and she made sure she looked at least a bit presentable in the mirror before flashing her prized possession a fond glance. That possession happened to be sitting on the only wooden chair in the corner of the room, along the wall with the window; her beautiful guitar. Then, she was through her door, locking it securely before pressing the key into her shirt, beside her right Brest.<br/><br/>Annabel could hear the gentle whistle of one of her coworkers as she started down the hallway, her boots clipping the floor with a gentle tapping sound. As she started down the stairs to the main area of the Saloon the whistling only became louder and it became apparent the older woman was wiping down a few of the tables. Only a few patrons were present which made her feel a little more relaxed. Giving a quick nod to the older woman who seemed extremely cheerful, the blond made her way behind the wooden bar. Annabel quickly picked up a rag and began wiping the surface over, calling out to the woman casually in a light southern accent as she got to work.<br/><br/>"When ya' gotta sec, y'mind rustlin' me up somethin'? Haven't eatten' yet." Flashing the woman a friendly smile after her request seemed to only sweeten the question and the woman gave a motherly reply that she'd be happy to make her something quick. Of course, it didn't have anything to do with the fact she got to sneak into the kitchen and have a few drinks privately, oh no, it was all Annabel. Shaking her head ever so slightly, the blond glanced around the bar for a moment before turning her back to beginning giving the bottles of liqueur a quick spit shine.