<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Ginny_Avatar.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Virginia 'Ginny' Mary Lou Whateley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whateley Family<br/><strong>Date:</strong>16th April, 1876.  (Roughly two months before game start.)<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening (After Annabel's Shift)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New Moon Saloon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Annabel Montgomery<br/><hr/><br/>The following silence was as tense as any showdown as Ginny waited, wondering how Annabel would react to this intrusion.  The other woman already seemed to resent it when the young Whateley tried making small talk with her in a public place; there was no telling how she might react now that even her place of dwelling was being invaded.  Still, Ginny figured it was worth the risk and was rewarded when she saw a small smile crack Annabel's lips as she repeated Ginny's earlier words.  Hell, they even sounded the same.  While Annabel's voice was a touch lighter, a bit more melodic and undoubtedly had a good deal bit more musical talent, and Ginny's a bit more husky with a thicker accent, anyone that didn't know them all that well could have mistaken one for another.<br/><br/>And when she was invited inside, Ginny did allow herself a full smile, beaming like a child did when their Pappa bought them an ice cream.  Victory.  The young Whateley couldn't help but feel a bit smug even as she climbed to her feet and followed Annabel in.  Her eyes scanned the room, noting the lack of personal effects.  Of course, Annabel had just come into Gomorra so it would be a bit of time before she settled in.  Still, the room shouted a bit of a transient wanderer and lacked a personal touch.<br/><br/>Taking a seat in the offered chair, the two glasses were set out and filled with the high-quality whiskey.<strong>"That's muh name, but everyun calls muh 'Ginny'."</strong>And silently, Ginny noted that the other woman<em>had </em>been listening all those previous times.<strong>"Yuh gots sumething like that?  Annie?  Anna?  Bella?" </strong>The names were rapidly shot out, faster than the quickest gunman in the West, as Ginny tried them out for size to see if any of them stuck to the blonde before her.<br/><br/><strong> "Annie feels right,"</strong>Ginny remarked after a moment, apparently deciding for the both of them.  If it was one thing, the young Whateley surely didn't lack any courage.  Or at least, she didn't know how to keep her mouth shut.  That much was very clear.  And staring at the folded arms of the other woman along with her pointed question, Ginny frowned a bit.<strong>"Now, dun be like that.   We was jist gettin' tah kno' one'un other!"</strong>But when it was obvious that the other woman wasn't recanting her earlier question and might toss Virginia out if she didn't answer, Ginny gave a long-suffering sigh.<strong>"Fine.  Be that way.  Yuh wanna kno' why ah'm botherin' yuh?  Yuh really want tah kno'?"</strong>The young Whateley's voice had dropped lower, making the other woman lean forward to strain to hear her voice.<strong>"Lemme  tell yuh..."</strong><br/><br/><strong>  "...right after yuh take that drink."</strong>Once again, that broad smile came back to Ginny's lips as she nudged the shot glass.  It was quite fun actually, ruffling Annabel like this.  The blonde barmaid was a bit like a grumpy housecat.  Half the fun was in stroking her fur the wrong way so she acted all huffy and out of sorts.<br/><br/>It was also a bit dangerous since Ginny knew that this could result in her getting thrown out of the room.  But her gamble paid off as after a moment of deliberation Annabel took the glass and threw back the shot.  Then, she stared at Ginny once more.<br/><br/><strong>"Wot? Yur not gonna even tell muh if yuh liked it or not?"</strong>Ginny remarked, but seeing as she had probably pressed her luck as far as it could go, she relented a bit.<strong>"Okay, okay...the reason why ah've been bothering yuh is ah'm jist a friendly person.  And yuh looked like yuh needed a friend."</strong><br/><br/>Seeing the other woman's incredulous look and also knowing that she'd soon be kicked out of the room, Ginny also added.<strong>"That and ah was hearin' 'bout a gal that looked jist like muh.  Makes someone curious, yuh kno'?  Hearin' about the same thang over and over again."</strong>And there it was.  Really, just as simple as that.<br/><br/>Then, she changed tactics.<strong>"Anyway...mah turn!" </strong>With a quick tip, she downed the whiskey as she enjoyed the fiery taste of the malted liquor sliding down her throat.<strong>"Where didya learn tah play and sing like that?  Yuh gots sum serious talent."</strong>The glasses were refilled with fresh shots of whiskey as it became obvious that the young Whateley intended this to be a game of sorts.  Each one taking a drink to ask a question about the other person and their background.<br/><br/><strong>"Here and there.  I pluck the strings now'nd then."</strong>An awkward silence past as it was obvious that Ginny was expecting her to elaborate some more and was waiting in vain.<br/><br/><strong>"Awww...shucks!  Come on!  Yuh kint be like that!"</strong>The young Whateley protested against the lack of information.  Seriously, this was harder than prying a copper from her Poppa's fingers!  Jebediah Whateley tightly managed the finances for the whole family and didn't approve that much of Ginny's wastrel ways.   Thankfully, Grandma was the one supplying so she had no lack of coin for her spending purposes.<br/><br/><strong>"And why not?"</strong>Annabel remarked as she seemed a bit pleased to have tweaked Ginny's nose in turn.  Then, she took another drink.<strong> "So, where did ya grow up?  Ya ain't originally around from here..."</strong><br/><br/>So the conversation carried on into the early morning.<br/><br/>~*~*~<br/><br/>The bottle was more than three-quarters empty when Annabel called it an evening.<strong>"That's enof fer me.  Ya best be headin' back home too."</strong><br/><br/>There was a bit of a pout from the younger blonde, but Ginny also seemed content.  She was a gambler, after all, and knew when to keep and when to fold.  Tonight had been already a success.  While she had literally learned next to nothing, Annabel's was about as tight-lipped as a person pushing up the daisies , the young Whateley was pretty happy still.<strong>"Ah'll be back tomorrow,"</strong>she remarked even as she stood up and dusted herself off a bit as she left the remaining bit of whiskey.<strong>"Here.  Fer yuh.  That way yuh kin drink when yuh want."</strong>And with the tip of the Stenson, Ginny allowed herself to be escorted back to the entrance as the door shut behind her with a soft, but definite click.  Standing there for a second, the young Whateley finally sunk her hands in her pocket and headed down the stairs.<br/><br/>There were still a few hours for a hand or two.<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Ginny_Avatar.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Virginia 'Ginny' Mary Lou Whateley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whateley Family<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>Annabel Montgomery<br/><hr/><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/>It was a Sunday, but that didn't stop Ginny from slipping in at her usual time.  Looking in as usual at the mysterious blonde plucking away at the guitar strings and soulfully singing.  And now, a familiar habit the young Whateley took her usual seat and listened in.<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/>Already, there was a small crowd of regulars who sat in to listen to the haunting tunes that the blonde sang.  It had started out small, but was growing as the word spread around.  Of which Ginny was simply another face.  And yet, things were a little different when she had first stepped into the New Moon Saloon a week ago.  The truth was there in how Annabel lifted up her head momentarily, those deep blue eyes scanning the crowd, until she spotted Ginny who gave a jaunty wave and smile.  Then, the girl was immersed back into her music.<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/>As this time, as Annabel finished, there were a few louder claps than before.  With Ginny and the older woman behind the bar leading the charge.  And as Annabel went to the bar to close out her shift, Ginny sat there in the seat, her elbows carelessly on the counter and the palms of her hand resting on the cheeks of her face.<br/><br/><strong>"Howdy,</strong>" she greeted warmly to Annabel.