<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Doom%20Town/D_zps6090b0d7.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Isobel Harley Montoya Marquez - "Harley"<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown to the public thus far<br/><strong>Date:</strong>July 18th, 1874<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Late Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Polecat Saloon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Virginia 'Ginny' Mary Lou Whateley<hr/>Harley wasn't the fightin' sort. She might have had no qualms about doin' whatever needed doin' but generally that involved the piece of hardware on her hip and not her bare hands. However, she was acutely aware that such measures would be overkill in this instance and would rain more trouble down on her head than she was equipped to deal with so she disregarded that particular avenue as the wobbly blonde came far too close.<br/><br/>Words were flung carelessly and the young gunner offered not even a flicker of response as her dark gaze carefully tracked Miss Whateley's movements. She supposed there were plenty who might have been cowed being on the receiving end of a Whateley's stare but Harley would have perished her first night in Gomorra if she were that easily intimidated. It took a whole helluva lot more than a mean drunk to shake her. The slurred speech being hurled at her certainly meant next to nothing to Harley, who had been on the receiving end of far worse than what came out of Ginny's mouth, and instead of letting her ire rise to levels that would put her on tilt she sat there with an almost casual demeanor and noted the way the younger woman weaved about unsteadily.<br/><br/>Everyone one in the place seemed to tense with the seeming inevitability of the confrontation, those at her table almost holding their breath as Ginny leaned over the table to issue her demand. The firearm at her side was noted and immediately dismissed as being inconsequential considering Harley was almost sure it would take the girl two tries or more to even draw the thing and she had almost made up her mind to let the girl off with a harmless warning... Until she felt the need to reach over and shove Harley.<br/><br/>The tall gunslinger saw the move coming from a mile away since subtlety was certainly beyond Miss Whateley. She could have moved and left the girl to fall on her face but instead she let the girl's hand land upon her shoulder and as she shoved Harley allowed just enough give to throw Ginny off balance, her hand coming down to clamp around the other girl’s wrist and give her a good yank. Harley's chair teetered and fell over backward but when it did so she wasn't in it. Instead her long legs unfolded and she stood as the piece of furniture clacked harmlessly to the ground.<br/><br/>“Now ya see. There ya go again, thankin you outta be puttin' your hands where they don't belong.” Harley lifted the hat off her head and flipped it across the table to Jasper, who caught it as though expecting the move and set it upon his own head, before using her foot to tip over the table Ginny was now sprawled across awkwardly. She didn't even pause long enough to give the girl a chance to stand but went around to help the drunken she-devil up by her hair, taking an awkward and thankfully weak blow to the chin for her trouble. Others around them seemed to be scrambling and stirring and Harley thought she heard a call for bets but honestly she didn't care what they were doing so long as it didn't involve her or the sloppy blonde directly.<br/><br/>More than happy to return the favor, Harley shoved the girl in the direction of the door. As she stumbled on, the outlaw used her boot to give the girl a solid shove that sent her sprawling much the way she had done the poor barmaid. “Ain't so fun now is it?” She looked over at Ginny, anger blazing in her brown eyes. “Get up!” She ordered, showing not an ounce of remorse for her humiliating treatment of the girl.<br/><br/>Marching over she hauled the girl up yet again and swung her 'round, intending to give her whatfor and send her on her way but it seemed the scrappy blonde wasn't quite resigned to her fate. Had Harley merely been watching rather than participating she might have given the girl grudging respect for her tenacity but at the moment she was too focused on squaring off against the girl to offer her much of anything. Patient as they came, she let Ginny make her move, and sure enough the first punch passed harmlessly over her head before she shoved an elbow into the off balance young woman's gut hard enough to have her doubling her over, retching.<br/><br/>By that time Harley'd had more than enough and rather than wait for more unceremoniously snagged a handful of blonde locks to half-drag the girl outside, cheers and laughter sounding behind her. “I'd say its bout time you sobered up girl.” That was the only warning she gave as she dragged Ginny toward the rain barrel out in front of the Polecat and dunked the girl's head in.