<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>Jonathan Gray // Lilah 'Li-Li' Oliver<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Annabel's back remained turned on the Saloon's combined entrance and exit while she continued dusting down bottles of liqueur in a relaxed fashion. It wasn't until she glanced over her shoulder that she realized a man was approaching the bar with an Asian girl in tow. A frown pulled at her eyebrows and they knotted together in a familiar expression that felt comfortable to her now. He didn't look like any man she'd ever seen walk through those doors before, but men often travelled the town, exploring what Gomorra had to offer. She didn't pause in her work, but her blue eyes glowing with a dull hostility studied the man cautiously. He looked as though he'd been riding from the amount of dust covering his attire and his fancy, money-man suit was torn around his shoulder area. He was also stringing along an Asian by the looks of things; suspicious.<br/><br/>It wasn't until the short, squinty girl spoke up and the man turned around in suprise that cleared her thoughts. She was extending something to him, but Annabel couldn't see the object from her position; maybe they weren't together afterall? Leaning back ever so slightly to glance around the man at the girl, she realized a pipe was between her fingers and that she seemed to simply be returning it; even more suspicious. Who the heck returned stuff nowadays?<br/><br/>Upon hearing the tall strangers talk, she felt herself blinking at his charming accent and quickly cleared her throat, turning her head back to focus on her hands with a glare. Gomorra was letting anyone in these days. Annabel turned as he seemed to address both women at the same time and her pressed her hands onto her hips with a small frown, dirty rag clenched tightly into one fist. The girl didn't attempt to move, instead, she remained pressed against the display surface, her eyes unwavering on the man ahead of her. "Plenty o' hotel's 'round here, stranger." Her voice was feminine, but hard, and her light Southern accent remained potent in her tone. "Saloon's too." It was obvious she was trying to direct him elsewhere, but the older woman she'd sent out the back emerged with a plate of what looked to be a slice of fried bread and two strips of bacon. "Here y'are, darlin'. Breakfast." The plate was thrusted into the blonds hands and Annabel thanked the woman casually, quite happy to dig in there and then.<br/><br/>Deep blue eyes found the man in front of her again and she let another comfortable frown cross her features, rethinking her actions. "Breakfast." She placed the plate down in front of the man cautiously and then turned her back, retrieving a clean glass before filling it a fraction with Whisky she'd retrieved from the shelf behind her. Placing that beside his plate, Annabel extended a hand to him with a stony expression. "A dollar includin' that Whisky." She paused for a moment, offering helpful information even if she sounded slightly bitter about it. "There're plenty o'good hotel's round here. We offer rooms but unless ya'll thinkin' o'takin' one'o'our gurls with ya, then don't bother." Pausing, the barmaid raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down with obvious distaste. "I'm sure ya' can afford 'em hotel's though."