<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Doom%20Town/c45c9351-3123-49e6-b250-c45847c7f82e_zpsdd362d0d.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Harley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown to the public<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Street<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Marguerite, Open<hr/>Bold, the young woman had called her. Harley wanted to laugh over that. She wasn't bold. Not really. She simply didn't allow appearances and things labeled "proper" to determine her every move. Seemed to her that the right thing to do was offer assistance where it was needed, appearances be damned. She had fallen into step beside the woman to offer her services as an escort and she didn't suppose it would reflect to well upon her if she let the woman face plant simply because she chose the wrong moment to stick her nose in the air.<br/><br/>Of course not everyone felt the way she did about such things but the woman beside her hadn't so much as flinched over her help. In fact, she had responded to Harley in a manner that the taller woman couldn't help but notice. From the way the slim beauty had followed her lead so flawlessly, her body responding fully to Harley's unspoken cues, to the rather becoming flush that blossomed under that smooth, perfect skin, it was no wonder that the past few minutes saw Harley's awareness of her companion swell to something not at all "proper".<br/><br/>Coming to a stop as the young woman did so, Harley swiveled on her heels to face her. As she did so she took quick stock of their surroundings not noting much of interest to her in particular.<strong>"I see."</strong>The Texan drawled in vague response to the other woman's declaration, her gaze shifting toward the main doors they had passed for but a moment before returning to settle upon a set of lovely eyes whose color she had yet to truly determine. One moment they seemed green... the next blue... though to be fair this was the first moment she'd managed a a good look.<br/><br/><strong>"A very nice place you've chosen there."</strong>She honestly hadn't the faintest idea how good or bad it was in truth, she was just trying to be social. Harley didn't often pay for rooms and if she did it was usually one over one of the saloons she frequented. There was a reason she rarely spoke more'n a few words at a time if she could help it.<br/><br/>Dark brows climbed high though as the woman spoke again and this time the grin Harley offered was full and unrestricted while genuine amusement filled her. If she was supposed to be offended by the slight to her apparent femininity she'd missed that notice. Granted, very few looking at her ever mistook her for anything other than a female but there were certainly times when she wish she could hide it better. Unfortunately, despite the tight binding she wore her breasts were large enough that she couldn't hide them completely.<strong>"I assure you, despite lacking certain equipment I have all that's necessary to see you to safety, darlin'."</strong>Her hands went to her hips, drawing attention to the Colt holstered at her left side. It wasn't a matter of bragging either. It was just the truth as she saw it and the shrug she offered spoke to that.<br/><br/>She thought perhaps the young woman would excuse herself from her company and run off into the hotel, which would have been fine with Harley as that meant she'd done what she'd sought to do, but for some reason the young woman seemed to linger. Harley hesitated herself though it was possibly for a different reason as she yet again recalled how the woman had responded to her handling just minutes before. She debated with herself for a moment, trying to decide whether it was in her best interest to push a little or if she should just continue on her way but as the seconds ticked by without any forward progress from either of them, she became aware of a creeping sensation.<br/><br/>Surprisingly the feeling was not one that was new to her, she had felt it randomly at other times when about town but never had attributed it to any source but her own imagination. She knew were she to cast a look around she would find nothing out of place but that didn't stop the hairs on her neck from rising with her growing awareness. Something was off.<br/><br/>Looking to the beauty she considered for all of another second before offering a suggestion, one born of a suspicion that the young woman felt what she did but was not so content to brush it aside.<strong>"If it would help, I could escort you to your door, ma'am. You know, to make sure everything's alright before I leave you to your evening."</strong>Her face and tone were serious now, devoid of anything that could be misconstrued as ill intent or even mischief. Her concern was once again for the Lady's safety... seemed she really was a sucker for a pretty face.