<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/68Cavkmm4hgg_zpsc4502ad9.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Aletta Emelda Maria Sanchez (aka Letty) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9815927#msg9815927)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>none<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11th, 1877<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon/Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Babel's Tower - leaving<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Avery Burnham, …(noticing purdy music stopped, Christian “Spooky” Specter, Tommy Flanagan and Bella Capri ) Open<br/><hr/><br/>The pork was as fine as cream gravy! Worthy of a clean licked plate, that was for sure! Sitting happily in her seat, Letty tapped her foot to the music and even, every now and again, joined in with a word or two. The tune that slipped from her lips wasn’t as pretty as lady entertainer, but then she weren’t no singer! That’s not to say that she was tone deaf either, though there were some questionable words thrown in to the lyrics from time to time that would lend to the truth that she wasn’t all that clear on the words. Plainly put, Letty was better with the music of her people.<br/><br/>Smacking her lips together, Letty wiped her mouth with… she glanced around searching for something handy, pausing as her eyes scanned Pretty-Boy’s fancy getup. She might use Aggy’s lace curtains that hung before the kitchen window, but that was only when the older woman weren’t watching. She continued to consider Avery behind a veil of dark lashes. He probably wouldn’t like it none if she used his fancy coat to clean the sauce from her lips. Instead, Letty licked her lips, attempting to get the remains of the sticky sauce from her skin, and sucked on her fingers, one by one, cleaning most of the BBQ from her skin before wiping her mouth clean with the back of her hand.<br/><br/>Glancing around, attempting to locate a drink, Letty was just about to stretch across the table in order to help herself to more of the vile whiskey offered to the fine people of Gomorra when the sound of gunshots rang out, effectively freezing her in mid stretch. Moments later the swinging doors opened to allow a feller entrance that had Letty, even in her questionable state to avert her eyes. He didn’t seem the type to want an audience, and she was in no way capable of arguing with the facts.<br/><br/>Abandoning her attempt at refilling her glass, Letty plopped back down on the chair and planted her elbow on the table. Using the palm of her hand as a pedestal, she rested her chin, and drummed her fingers against her cheek as she sat and pondered her life, and the steps that had brought her so far from home. And just like that the music started up once more with a merry little tune that had Letty tapping her toes and swaying in her seat.<strong>”DOO DAAA!  DOOO DAAA”</strong>she called out, offering the piano player a wide grin as she joined in with the chorus line… she stuck with the two words that she remembered, keeping the more intricate and tricky phrases to the professionals. She was obviously enjoying the song, as was made evident with the happy squeals and clapping of her hands... frankly Letty was just pleased to  have recognized a song well enough to sing along...sorta.<br/><br/>Settling in for a time, she was somewhat surprised to see that Pretty-Boy was ready to go, and more to the point, was ready for her to go right along with him. Letty vaguely recalled Corkey inviting her to stay and placing Aletta in the fancy speakin’ man’s charge. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she ought to be offended, but frankly it seemed a lot of trouble to go to in order to keep her pride.  She’d find her pride in the mornin’ or sometime, she reckoned, after she found her shame.<strong>”Shall we…”</strong>repeated Letty, pausing for a moment or two and running her options in her mind.<br/><br/>Option one:  Go with the fancy talker<br/>Option two:  Stay and drink more, possibly get shot.<br/>Option three:  Head home and end up ass over tip in the river<br/>Option four:  Enjoy pretty-boy’s smile a tad longer, and maybe...just maybe, enjoy it in private.<br/><br/><strong>”We Shall!”</strong>announced the Mexican ranger as she placed her hand in his and for once, rose from the chair like a lady!<strong>”I’m full as a tick, you got that right…”</strong>she wobbled a bit as she stood, reaching out to steady herself, making use of the table and closing her eyes.<strong>”I think maybe those drinks weren’t such a good idea on an empty belly..”</strong>her words were spoken on a soft whisper as the lady entertainer began croonin’ once more.<br/><br/>Letty watched her for a moment before a flash of vulnerability settled in the depths of her dark brown eyes. There was no way Aletta could ever measure up… she was nothing but a cowhand.<strong>”Sorry…my hands…”</strong>conscious of her fingers not being as soft as some of the other ladies in town, she tried to pull her hand free. She worked hard every day of her life! And as such Letty’s hands showed their fair share of scars and calluses. Though it wasn’t all bad. The manual labor had made her strong, shapely, emphasizing the parts of her that would not be tamed by living in a man’s world!  She was, underneath the dirt and the grime that collected upon her person throughout the day, a woman!