<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/>Well, things didn't turn out the way Ginny expected at all.  As she shoved against the other woman, the mysterious woman's hand came and gripped her own with a grip of steel.  And pulling forward, it was all the young Whateley could do not to overbalance and fall flat on her face as she was pulled forward onto the table.  There was a noisy clatter as she sent the cards flying and the smaller coins spinning and rattling on the floor  from the table where Harley had been playing the penny ante game with a few others.<strong>"Why yuh...!"</strong>Ginny gave an outraged squawk even as she raised her eyes to lock with the mysterious woman who had now removed her hat and flicked it to her bigger friend.  And without much ceremony, she put her boot against it and toppled the table.<br/><br/>And Ginny went down without much aplomb, too full of drink and too full of pride, as she crashed onto the floor on her side as the wind was knocked out of her.  Blearily, she got to her hands and her knees, her vision swimming, and cursing at the woman in a drunken slur.<strong>"Yuh dirty yella...!"</strong>Whatever else she had to say was cut off as she gave another half-shriek as she felt the woman grip her hair and<em>pull</em>.  Hard.  Flailing her arms around, Ginny felt her left hand connect somewhere as the grip momentarily lessened before it tightened again as they spun around and around, each woman seeking to gain ground on the other.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for the young Whateley, the spinning caused her head to spin even more as she was forced to ease up as she felt herself get spun around and then a boot was squarely planted on her bottom as she was sent sprawling towards the door.  Though since she was so drunk, the significance of the boot was completely lost on her.  Dimly, Ginny could hear the catcalls and cheers from the spectators, as well as a few odds being shouted out, but that was hardly the problem.  Now, she was really steaming mad!  The young Whateley saw red and as the mysterious woman went to grab her again, she took aim and swung with all her might at the other woman's face.  While the dark-skinned woman didn't look half-bad, Ginny was intending to knock loose a few teeth.<br/><br/>It was a good punch, but unfortunately, she had been baited masterfully as she missed and then the counter-elbow dug into her gut.  At this point, most of the fight went out of Ginny as she bent double and began to cough before retching up some of the drink she had downed earlier in the evening, feeling just awful.  Then, that dominant grip was reestablished in her hair as the other woman half-dragged her outside, the cool air dancing on her heated skin.  The words "sober" floated to her ears before the young Whateley was dunked headfirst into a nearby rain barrel outside of the Polecat.  The first time, she wasn't expecting it as she shouted underwater, which was a bad mistake as she got a lungful of water for her trouble as a few bubbles broke the surface of the water.<br/><br/>Try as she might, she couldn't get any leverage as her left hand flailed uselessly in the air as the other woman pinned her there, keeping one hand firmly entwined in her hair and the other painfully twisting her right arm behind her back.  And just when she thought she was going to drown, the other woman hauled her up, letting her gasp brokenly for breath as Ginny coughed out water, her face all damp and the front of her shirt now soaked with water, spit, and her earlier mess.<br/><br/><em>"Now what do ya say?"</em>The other woman said, radiating an eerie calm to the blonde's flailing gasps.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah kill yuh!  Fight muh fair, yuh yella puta!" </strong>Ginny hollered out, trying to kick one of her boots at the woman.  And then, she wailed as she felt the other woman tightened her grip on her scalp and with another splash, her head was underwater.  Now, a good majority of the crowd had left to watch this chastening of epic proportions and the men were enjoying the little fight between the young Whateley and the dark-skinned, dark-haired girl.  And though Ginny couldn't hear it because she was underwater, there were a few raucous catcalls that suggested to Harley to go even further with embarrassing the young Whateley.<br/><br/>And the gasping blonde was hauled up again, now more or less sober, as Harley whispered.<em>"Next time, I leave ya down there.  Now, what do ya say?"</em>There was a no-nonsense edge to the woman's tone as Ginny capitulated.<br/><br/><em> <strong>"Unca," </strong></em>she murmured, her tone low and sulky like a child that had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.  Though apparently, it may not have been loud enough because the other woman started to move Ginny's head back to the water.<strong>"Unca!  UNCA!  Yuh win!  Now lemme muh go!"</strong>The young Whateley thrashed around even as her arm was twisted even further as she gave a holler for help to the crowd.  Only to be met with shouts of laughter as no one seemed to be willing to come to her rescue.<br/><br/>That fearsome hand now yanked up and made her look straight ahead.  Across the way was the barmaid that Ginny had abused earlier.  The girl was standing there fearfully, not exactly sure what to expect.  Apparently, someone had called for her the time Ginny had spent her head underwater.  And at the young Whateley's green-eyed gaze, she shifted around as if she didn't want to be here.<br/><br/><em>"Now, I want ya tah apologiz' tah this girl." </em>Apparently, this was just like war.  Now that Ginny had admitted defeated, there were additional concessions to wring from her lips.  And at that command, the young Whateley felt her spine stiffen.  She wasn't about to swallow her pride and allow to no squaw!  Not to a dirty animal!<br/><br/><strong>"Why dun yuh go an--blub, blub, blub!"</strong>The rest of Ginny's threat never made it out from her lips as Harley shoved her head back into the water.  But this time, only the front of her face.  And after a few seconds, she hauled her up again to give her a quick gasp before Ginny went back into the water.  And on the third time, the young Whateley had time to shout an agonized,<strong>"Wai-blub, blub, blub!"</strong>before she was unceremoniously dunked again as her boots stamped against the floor in a panic.<br/><br/>By the time she was hauled up again, rivulets of water streaming from her face, all the fight was out of the young Whateley.<strong>"Ah'm sorry."</strong>Those words came out so choked it was hard to understand them as Ginny was forced to swallow her pride.  And what a mouthful that was.  Though once again, it didn't seem good enough for her tormentor.  As her head was lowered back towards the water, Ginny gave a shout.<strong>"Ah said ah was sorry!  Ah won't doit 'gain!  Yuh kin take my winnings fer the night!  Jist no more!"</strong>And at the genuine sound of her repentance, even more genuine than the times she went to the confession booth, Harley seemed content that justice was served.<br/><br/>The pretty half-Sioux also seemed to appreciate the gesture coming from this complete stranger who had come to her honor and rescue.  Coming up to Harley, a genuine smile was offered and it made her look quite lovely.<em>"Thank you kindly,"</em>she murmured demurely like a dove before she slipped back into the Polecat Saloon.  But not before looking back at her savior, offering a smile that might promise more later down the road if Harley played all of her cards the right way.<br/><br/><em> "Now, I don't want tah see ya ever again,"</em>Harley stated firmly before she shoved the beaten young Whateley to the ground.  Then, she and Jasper left while Ginny took the time to regain her wits.<br/><br/>And when Ginny finally got her breath back, the crowd had more or less dispersed though it did little to assuage her wounded pride.<strong>"Ah'll keel her,"</strong>the young Whateley breathed out murderously.  After all, she was somewhat sober but still a little drunk.  Fumbling for her pepperbox, Ginny pulled it free on the third try and brandished it around as the rest of the people also decided that they had somewhere better to be.<strong>"Whers that wrinkled whore?!?  Ah'll blow her a new one!"</strong>Of course, this was the liquor still talking and thankfully Harley wasn't anywhere to take Ginny up on her offer lest the blonde be a cooling corpse.<br/><br/>Still, there was something to be said for posturing now that the fight was over.  Maybe.