(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/600full-alexis-bledelJennings.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Jennings<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The stables<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lord Henry Stuart<br/><strong>When:</strong>Quarter Past 2pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Consoling a Lord<br/><br/>Jennings watched him look at but not see her and again she wondered if she was really that invisible, she was an attractive young lady or at least she thought so, but working with horses she never really got the chance to see people to often. When he told her he was fine she shook her head, he definitely was not fine, he was haunted and sad. She looked down as he removed his hand and was startled when she was pulled up against him in a hug, him crying on her shoulder. Patting his back she bit her lip eyes searching around helplessly for a sign on which said what to do.<br/><br/>Pulling away she shook her head.<strong>"Come my Lord let me get you a drink and you can talk to me.....I will just sit in the corner and listen." </strong>She spoke slow and calm, almost like she was talking to a child. Taking him by the arm she lead him into her little room off the main stable it was small with just a single bed made out of fresh hay and a little round table in the middle, a nook carved out for a stove and a little cupboard that held her few essentials. She had a trunk at the foot of the bed that held her clothes and under her bed she stashed her liquor.<br/><br/>Pulling out a cup from the cupboard she poured the Whiskey into the tumbler and handed it to him.<strong>"Now you sit here and breath and whenever you are ready just talk."</strong>She looked at him and nodded before placing the bottle in the middle of the table and sitting in the second chair.<br/><br/>