<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<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Avery Burnham, Cordelia “Corky” Hendricks … Open<br/><hr/><br/>Letty had no understanding as to why Pretty-Boy was holding her, or why he was demanding she be careful! Careful? Why she was the most, the best… the...whatever it was, she was good at it! Her dark brown orbs looked up, momentarily stunned. Like a rag doll she let him maneuver  her through the rooms to relocate her to a nearby table occupied by someone Letty thought she might have known...if only she could get her mind to cooperate.<br/><br/>There was a chair pulled out, and her pretty backside dropped upon its smooth surface, and then the room spun. Letty held tight to the table, holding on to what seemed solid and safe. Another voice added to the mix, but it was like background noise and so she paid it no attention. Her name was being used again, this time by the fancy speekin’ fella that had the equally fancy hair. Letty turned her head in his direction...slowly.<strong>”Aletta Emelda Maria Sanchez”</strong>corrected the young ranch worker, spilling her full name in a tone that celebrated her Mexican heritage. She sat proudly as she spoke it, as if daring anyone to tell her she was not welcome because of it. Then suddenly the fight seemed to leave her and she slumped back in her chair. Her right hand moved to grasp at her hat, pulling it from her head and attempting to drop it upon the table, missing and watching as it fell to the floor. A puzzled expression clouded her pretty eyes as she attempted to work out how her hat had gotten to the floor at the same time repeating her earlier request.<strong>”Call me Letty…”</strong><br/><br/>His question brought back a world of suspicion, at least it would have had she been in full control of her thought process. For now she simply looked into his eyes and leaned forward as if to whisper her reply, only the words that came from her tongue had been thoughts that had meant to remain private.<strong>”You’re a handsome devil ain’t ya?”</strong>no..no that was not where Letty lived! But then she didn’t exactly know the answer to that question any more. Perhaps she was being on the dramatic side, but Letty felt stupid having been tricked by what she perceived as a friend. Though to be fair, Aggy had made it clear that she hadn’t known about the letters until Joe had told her his bride-to-be would be arriving on a train in one months time.  But Joe wasn’t around to direct her anger at. Was it fair? No!  But as far as Letty was concerned, no one stopped to think what was right anymore.<br/><br/>Another voice added to the mix, and with that a hand… Letty stared at the offering while her mind worked out the appropriate actions. There was slight delay, but an acceptable greeting found its way from her tongue as she shook the oddly familiar looking girls hand.<strong>”Cork”</strong>repeated Letty before pausing with a look that signaled she was working out her mistake.<strong>”Please to make your...aquaint… aquwant… nice to meet ya”</strong>she let  her fingers slip away after shaking the girls arm for perhaps too long. A look of confusion filtered her brown eyes as she watched the girl leave the table. Did she do something wrong? Letty tried to play back the greeting in her mind, but nothing seemed to stick.<strong>”Did I do that?”</strong>she asked Avery, keeping most of the details to her concern in her mind, making it a rather difficult question to answer.<br/><br/>As if the answer no longer mattered, Letty followed her curiosity, casting her dark brown eyes about the room, taking in the colourful characters. Some of the “ladies” made her doubt her initial choice in partaking in the temptation of free booze. Though they seemed harmless enough. She caught a few looks directed towards her, but there was nothing that made the hair stand up at the back of her neck, so she figured she was in no real danger. There were more words with the return of the Corky girl, as well as a heavenly scent of pork. Letty almost missed the delivery of the statement that held a question in there someplace. Letty blinked. She nodded then bent her head at the same time, lifting her arm so to sniff for an offending scent. She smelled as she always did… honest.<strong>”Cross… Willy had to be shoed”</strong>glancing towards Avery she smiled and sighed. It may have appeared as if she was fluttering her lashes in his direction, possibly flirting… but she was thinking of her horse.<strong>”Gates Ranch… best horses you ever have the pleasure.”</strong><br/><br/>Further understanding worked its way through her mind as Letty returned her attention to Corky. All this back and forth, swinging her head from one side to the other was not doing her delicate equilibrium much good!<strong>”I ain’t no drunk! Can’t stand the stuff…”</strong>she made a face similar to the one that had captured her true feelings on whiskey after she had downed the first of the glasses that had brought her to this sorry state of affairs.<strong>”Its on account of pretty words and liars!”</strong>Annoyed now, she placed her elbow on the table and balanced her chin on the palm of her hand, releasing a dramatic sigh.<strong>”Never been in trouble before them letters! They gone and turned me into some… some… well I ain't rightly know what but its bad!”</strong>