<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>16th April, 1876. (Roughly two months before game start.)<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New Moon Saloon.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Virginia 'Ginny' Whateley.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Annabel looked dubious to say the least as Virginia poured the two shot glasses full of the whiskey she'd brought with her. She felt an eyebrow raise at the motion, but her eyes didn't stray from the other girls face as she awaited an answer of some kind. "Ginny." She repeated, giving a curt nod as the woman shortened her own name. A frown creased her brow though, as<em>Ginny</em>began trying to shorten Annabel's, shifting slightly, obviously uncomfortable; she'd never had a nickname except for....No. She wouldn't think about it. Just as she parted her lips to comment on which she preferred from the list that rolled from the strange blond's tongue, Ginny stated what she thought was best and Annabel didn't have the energy to resist. "Annie's fine then." She didn't think it suited her, but she wasn't about to put up a fight about a silly nickname.<br/><br/>Virginia certainly didn't seem to lack confidence, she'd give her that. It was quite admirable in fact, though Annabel wasn't about to admit that out loud. The blond simply remained hard faced as Ginny shot out another jest, but it was clear Annabel wasn't about to give in to her friendly banter. She had to refrain from cracking a smug smile when the other let out an almost defeated sigh. "Yeah, I wanna kno'" She felt herself straining forward a little, curiosity now the only expression clear on her features, replacing her earlier stony one.<br/><br/>Annabel felt a little deflated as Ginny initiated her little drinking, information swapping game and the blond quickly sat back in her seat, only then realizing how far she'd strained forwards. An irritable frown presented itself on her face and she tightened her arms tightly across her chest, resisting to take part in the<em>game</em>.<br/><br/>It took her a minute to lighten up, her arms separating as she scooted a little further forwards with her chair, taking the shot glass and shooting it back with a quick tilt of her head. She swallowed the liquid no problem, though she did feel a little uncomfortable as the heat of it passed down her throat; drinking was something she did very rarely, Annabel didn't like putting herself into vulnerable positions. Upon placing the shot glass back down onto the table with a small amount of pressure, she returned to staring at Ginny expectantly, her elbows pressed onto the table in front of her.<br/><br/>The explanation wasn't particularly what she was expecting and she didn't believe a word of it, not even for a split second. Annabel simply stared her down with her usual frown filled with skepticism. Ginny obviously took the hint, because she threw her cards onto the table like a gambler loosing a game of poker. "I spose I'd be a lil' bit curious too." She paused for a moment, an eyebrow raising almost accusingly at Ginny. "Curiosity did kill the cat, y'kno'." When Ginny announced it was<em>her</em>turn, Annabel felt her head shake a little bit as she watched the younger girl down the shot like some sorta alcoholic would; skilled. "Fine." The question made her blink, suddenly a little more self aware then she liked to be. "I learned back home, s'always been somethin' I've done. And thank ya." Annabel made sure to keep her information short and limited, but she hoped that Virginia wouldn't notice all the same and that she'd accept her answers as they were. She let a small smile onto her lips as the other mentioned she played occasionally and then her outburst about her lack of information. "And why not?" Annabel's smile only increased a little and she reached out to drink her shot instead of elaborating. It was time to ask her own question. "So, where did ya grow up?  Ya ain't originally around from here..."<br/><br/>- ♥ - ♥ - ♥ - ♥ -<br/><br/>The conversation carried out long into the early hours of the morning and Annabel had drank much more than she had ever intended to in the presence of a stranger, in fact, even alone. She was surprised with herself when she thought it was a pity to end the night already; she was actually enjoying Virginia's company. It had been a long time since she'd spoken to someone for such a long period of time and enjoyed the conversation, though she still hadn't given much, if anything, away about herself.  "That's enof fer me.  Ya best be headin' back home too."<br/><br/>When Ginny mentioned she'd 'be back tomorrow', the blond gave a simple nod. "If ya say so." Annabel raised an eyebrow when the woman left the bottle on the table and she stood to escort her to the door and let her out into the Saloon's corridor. "Tomorrow then." Annabel watched Ginny begin down the stairs before shutting her door and locking her in for the night. After stripping herself of her clothing burden, she relaxed into her bed thinking only one thought as she easily drifted off to a peaceful sleep; it was nice making a friend.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><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>17th April, 1876. (Roughly two months before game start.)<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New Moon Saloon.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Virginia 'Ginny' Whateley.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Setting up for her usual song was a little different; Annabel found herself watching the Saloon doors more often then concentrating on the stage or tuning her precious guitar, but she knew that the woman wouldn't enter until after she'd started her song.<br/><br/><em>There’s no music, no confetti<br/>Crowds don’t cheer, and bells don’t ring<br/>but you’ll know it, I can guarantee<br/>when the right one comes along</em><br/><br/>She couldn't help but immerse herself in the lyrics; her usual soulful, sorrow filled air creating the atmosphere she felt most comfortable with. Her fingers plucked elegantly over the strings under her hand as she continued her song.<br/><br/><em>What they’re thinkin’, what you’re feelin',<br/>You no longer have to guess<br/>All those questions are finally put to rest<br/>When the right one comes along</em><br/><br/>Annabel lifted her head as the meaningful words passed her lips and her deep blue orbs found a face amongst the small audience; Virginia Whateley. She didn't smile or respond to her other than to hold her eye contact for the briefest of moments, completely absorbed with her chilling music. Then, she was back to being alone, her eyes lowered before closing as she continued to sing.<br/><br/><em>Every single broken heart will lead you to the truth<br/>you think you know what you’re lookin for<br/>til what you’re lookin for finds you</em><br/><br/>Upon finishing, Annabel let herself be brought back to reality by the sounds of clapping, and then the sounds of cheers towards the back of the Saloon by her usually loud fan, the older woman behind the bar, and a new one, Ginny. The blond flashed a small smile, thanking the patrons of the Saloon in her usual fashion before exiting the stage with her guitar and moving through the tables to her usual spot behind the bar. When Ginny spoke up to greet her, Annabel let a genuine smile pull at her lips before she repeated the acknowledgment in a similar, friendly fashion.<br/><br/>"Howdy."<br/><br/><br/><em>[Scene/History End.]</em>