<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Corky.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Cordelia “Corky” Hendricks<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Law Dogs<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Babel’s Tower, in a corner away from the bar.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Walter, Mentioned:  Ginny, Bella, Li-Li<br/><hr/>Croky blinked when her table was suddenly intruded upon by the new Law Dog and a pretty, inebriated Hispanic woman.  Corky liked the Hispanics down in Soddom - most weren’t allowed to open up shop in Gomorra, but Onneca had bucked the odds and she made what Corky was pretty sure were the prettiest dresses in the Maze, if not the whole world.  But the miners, too - they were all fire and bluster when Flatbush or Townsend went to talk to ‘em, but when little Corky came by with her star and her smile, they didn’t much seem to mind her.  Plus, their food!  Made her nose burn just to smell it, and after the few few mouthfuls she always felt like she was going to sweat herself a bathtub, but she’d couldn’t stop from coming back for more.  It always felt like she’d strapped wings on her heels once her nose was done running, and her belly was burning like a ghost rock furnace at full steam.<br/><br/>Most folks didn’t much seem to mind her, actually.  She caught a whiff of the whiskey on Letty’s breath and then glanced to the half finished drink she was still trying to work her way through, before offering her wide smile up to Avery.<br/><br/>“Makin’ new friends, ‘Very?”  She grinned and looked back to the woman.  “Howdy.  Ah’m Corky.”  She offered a hand and looked back to Avery.  Lotsa women round Gomorra looked at the menfolk around Gomorra and drew first to the breadth of their shoulders, their height, how they filled out their sleeves.  Avery was more purty than most of the men round Gomorra - and she knew that wasn’t entirely a compliment, but she liked looking at him all the same.  She twiddled with the red rope of a pigtail that had snuck onto her shoulder again.  Perhaps it was because the young Englishman seemed so much like Hunter that she couldn’t help but like him right away - or maybe it was because Bilton seemed to have disliked him straight off the bat.  She slid her half finished drink aside, and grinned as he walked off to get food.<br/><br/>When he returned, she’d put an arm around Letty to help keep her upright.  “You’re cross the bridge, ain’t yuh?  You smell like horses,” she beamed.  It wasn’t meant quite as unflatteringly as it had come out.  “And I ain’t never seen a horse cross that bridge of its own free will, and I seen way too many folks tips themselves up o’er the side when they’ve had a drink too many.”  She patted Letty’s shoulder apologetically.  “So ye can either find yerself a place to stay, but if’n ye make like you’re gonna go stumble cross the bridge, I’m gonna have to put you in the drunk tank for the night fer your own good.  Got someone with a friendly couch?”