<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>July 18th, 1874 (Two years before game start.)<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Late Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Polecat Saloon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Isobel Harley Montoya Marquez - "Harley"<br/><hr/><br/>There was a long moment of deadly silence as it was obvious that Ginny hadn't been expecting anyone to say a thing, much less insult her.  After all, it was just some dirty squaw that no one should care about.  Mean fun at the expense of others happened all the time in every town, and doubly so in a place like the Maze, and honestly speaking, the type of fun Ginny was having was still of a lighter sort.  At least this fun didn't result in having to call the mason in the morning to craft a new tombstone for the recently deceased.  Normally, best to let her get it out of her system and then go somewhere to sleep it off.  But now, there was no turning back from what would happen next as those furious green eyes looked at the person saying those things.<br/><br/>It was another woman, sitting at one of the other tables.  She cut a lean figure in those worn cowboy leathers and certainly looked the part with her tanned, olive skin and dark, almost black hair.  Of course, it was hard to get a look at the other woman's face with the hat tilted forward, but that hardly mattered to Ginny.  The young Whateley flushed hotly at the disparaging remarks on her and her family as her features took on a much more ruddy hue as deeper spots of red appeared on her cheeks.  It was made worse by the ensuing later as apparently the sharp remarks set off a bout of mockery, of which Ginny was the center of it.<br/><br/>Something she didn't appreciate.  Not one bit.<strong> "And yuh should mind yer own business,"</strong>she stated flatly.<strong>  "Wot's it matter if ah wanna have a little fun?"</strong>A look was given at both this mysterious woman and everyone else around here.<strong> "Dun tell muh yah think them squaws be people?"</strong>Her drunken tone was incredulous as she leaned forward at one of the men seated there.<strong>"Well, do yuh?"</strong>Those angry green eyes demanded an answer from the man as he stammered.<br/><br/><strong>"W-we-well, n-no..."</strong><br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_u">BANG!</span></em>That was a noise that had everyone reaching for their guns as Ginny violently banged her first down on the table as the coins that were on it shook and rattled.<strong>"Exactly!  They ain't!  Me own gel be worth at least a hundred of 'em!"</strong>Of course, it wasn't as if Ginny ever rode the beautiful mare that she kept outside of Gomorra, but that was beside the point.  The point was that this odd woman was taking up a lost cause.  Squaws would be squaws.  They weren't worth a red cent!<br/><br/>Still not content to let this go, Ginny now staggered up and angrily stomped over to the other woman.  Not bothering with her piles and piles of coin.  It would be there when she returned.  Her fancy boots clomping as she noticed a big man made a subtle motion before the woman who had insulted her gave a half-shake of the head.  Instead, Ginny got nice and close to the other woman as she came to lean over on the table as the tension thickened in the air.<strong>"Ah demands an apology,"</strong>the young Whateley hissed at the other girl.<strong>"Yuh insulted muh and mah family.  So ah want to hear yuh say that yur sorry!"</strong>While the pepperbox dangled in a holster at her side, Ginny didn't make a motion to draw it.  Though from any objective observe, one had to wonder if the young Whateley could even hit the broad side of a barn given how she swayed even now on her feet.<br/><br/>Now that she was closer and could see beneath the other woman's hat, she was struck by how pretty she was.  If she took a little bit more time to maintain her appearance, she would have be stunning.  It only served to confuse Ginny even more.  Why did such a person care about dirty reds?  It didn't make much sense to her.<br/><br/>And at the stoic silence she received, Ginny felt her tenuous control of her temper begin to fray.<strong>"Wot's the matter?  Yuh yella?"</strong>the blonde taunted as she pointed a finger at the other woman.<strong>"Ain't so big now, are yuh?"</strong>And as she continued to received the silent treatment, Ginny leaned in further in and proceed to get ready to push at the woman.  The young Whateley was now leaning so far over that she wouldn't have been able to keep her balance without the table's support.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah'm waiting..." </strong>Her hand shot out to try and give the tanned woman a hard shove.