<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>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>Virginia 'Ginny' Whateley.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>It didn't become apparent that there were unfamiliar faces in the room until she paused briefly behind the bar's surface. The older woman behind the bar was currently greeting a couple of her girls that had turned up for their shift; one was far prettier than the other, though that wasn't the statement it sounded to be. The 'prettier' one was quite average; dull, brown, shoulder length hair and equally dull colored eyes. What could be said about them, however, is that they genuinely seemed more enthusiastic than Annbel ever did, even when she was appealing to customers.<br/><br/>When the blond on the other side of the bar spoke up, Annbel turned to her with a blank expression that soon turned to genuine suprise, though she masked it fairly well. If Annabel hadn't been so sure she'd been born an only child, she could have sworn the women could have been some sort of long lost relative - a sister, even. The girl didn't speak at first, instead she simply contemplated why this woman was approaching her so boldly; she was pretty sure she'd done well to stay unnoticed in Gomorra. The accent of the stranger was the next thing that caught her attention and she knew that she recognized the thick accent that was similar to her own. Instantly she thought this woman may have been from Texas, maybe she was sent for her? This made her panic, her heart beginning to race in her chest before her thought process continued through other prospects; her accent was simply too strong to be from her hometown. Letting out a small sigh that seemed outwardly no more than a exhale, she plastered a forced smile onto her pink lips and tilted her head ever so slightly.<br/><br/>"C'min' right up." Her voice was pleasent, but her eyes didn't reflect her friendliness in the slightest. As the coin flashed and a drink of her own was offered, her smile faded ever so slightly and she turned on her heels, grabbing the bottle of Scotch from the display counter behind the bar. All the bottles were shining and lined up neatly along the counter that was raised in two parts like a stairway to heaven; though any god you'd meet might not be happy if you diverted on a bender before heading up to him. The blond turned again to face the stranger, filling a fraction of the glass with the liquid, drowning the remaining ice at the bottom of the glass. A hand raised to take the coin from the counter top, her eyes now focused down beneath the counter where they kept their change boxes. She exchanged the gold coin for the exact change of the drink the stranger had ordered and her hand raised, placed the extra coins on the bar before withdrawing her hand just as quick. "No, thank you. I don't drink on shift."<br/><br/>Annabel returned the bottle of Scotch to the shelf behind her and the voice of the older woman chimed in; throwing in her two cents after obviously listening in on their conversation. "What are you talking about, Annabel Montgomery. You're shifts over. Go 'head and enjoy yourself a drink." Annabel felt herself frowning, her glare flashing briefly over towards the brown nosing woman before she cleared her throat, turning back towards the blond opposite her. "Thanks again, but I'd rather not." Annabel was a bit more distraught that the woman had blurted out her full name above anything else; she liked to keep things private and give information on her own terms, but obviously the woman had no intention of keeping anything quiet. Thankfully, Annabel had made sure to only tell her what she needed to secure a paying job and room.<br/><br/>Of course, she had to admit, she was curious as to why this girl was interested in her; Annabel hadn't seen her in the Saloon before, or at least not on a shift she was working, and she rarely ventured beyond the safety of her room. Maybe the fact that she was new to town was simply the reason for this approach, and if so, that interest should die down after a few dismissals.