<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Ginny_Avatar-01.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Virginia<strong><em>'Ginny'</em></strong>Mary Lou Whateley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whateley Family<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Sheriff's Office, then into the Sherrif's Office/Gomorra Jail<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nash Bilton [and Townsend], Dolores Whateley<br/><hr/>A sparkle came to Ginny's vivid green eyes at Nash Bilton's next words even as she hemmed and hawed with a half-feigned indecisiveness.<strong>"Well, ah dun kno'..."</strong>Her voice had a teasing lilt even as she fussed with her skirts.  And in truth, she didn't.  Nash Bilton had done the equivalent of a re-raise and at this point - the two of them were both all-in.  The thought of leaving once again crossed the blonde Whateley's mind before she dismissed it almost in the same breath.  If she hadn't been willing to at the onset, she wasn't willing to do that now.  While she knew the benefit to laying down a hand to win a much bigger pot later down the road, there were also times when you stood by your guns and waited for the cards to be turned up on the table.<br/><br/>Besides, Ginny was still feeling confident, or perhaps stubborn, that she had the winning hand.  Admittedly, the conditions had changed significantly - an empty cell in the back reminded the young Whateley too much of what had transpired in the basement of this very building as she resisted swerving her eyes back at Townsend.  Out of sight was quite dangerous; after all, there were plenty of ways to muffle noise as an old memory stirred - the taste of sweat, fear, and belt leather coming to the the back of her mouth.  But her initial read held true - Nash Bilton wouldn't go beyond anything more than simply touching.  Though she was less certain her dagger would go without detection since he would be able to be much more thorough in his patdown than if they did it right on the spot - unless she was somehow able to distract him once more and then somehow hid or rid herself of the weapon in the same breath.  Not a very likely scenario so Ginny accepted the possibility that the knife would be found and taken from her before she would be allowed to go in.<br/><br/>Which while that was inconvenient, there wasn't any law against her having a weapon on her person.  The main problem would be she would no longer have an element of surprise in the event she should ever need it.  So in some ways, she was risking her hidden ace - just to make sure her Auntie would be a little more comfortable.  Not exactly the best bet Ginny ever made but sometimes that was how life went.  You won some; you lost some.  And in spite of her many faults, Ginny did stick by her family.<br/><br/>Still, there was no reason in letting Nash Bilton see that she was bothered by his proposal.  Instead, now was the time to act like she had the best hand in the whole house.<strong>"My muth'r always warn'd muh 'bout goin' alone in tah rooms with strangers,"</strong>she saucily remarked with her nose held up high even as she moved past Nash Bilton and towards the back where he had gestured.<strong>"Ev'n if yur fine men o'the law who obviously kin be trus'ed..."</strong>Her tone on her last sentence was carefully delivered - not too much mockery because the last thing she wanted to do was to antagonize the man who would have his hands all over her, yet at the same time - there was a definite undertone of irony in which the words were stated, letting all who heard that Ginny Whateley knew all too well how<em>'trustworthy'</em>these particular men were.<br/><br/>In fact, there was only one law dog Ginny would have trusted and he was no longer among their ranks.  Or even the the ranks of the living for that matter.  But these thoughts, for once in her life, she very wisely kept to herself.  If she wanted to set Nash Bilton off, the blonde Whateley knew all she needed to do was mention a single name.<br/><br/>So instead, Ginny chose a different line of conversation.<strong>"So w'are did'yuh say we were goin' ?"</strong>Her tone was pure bravado even as she delicately held the edges of her skirt to prevent the worst of the dust from staining the hem.