With her soft cheek pressed against the Cowboy’s chest, Eve presented a convincing performance, offering him a damsel in distress to take care of in order to help him feel important and needed.  Death affected people in all sorts of ways. Only some were able to handle it better than others. Most needed something to remind them that they were still alive, that they were needed and would be missed should the worst happen. In the end it was comfort that ruled the human psyche, be it found in the arms of one’s family or in the arms of a lover. It was this understanding that drove Eve to execute her plan of action, using her need to keep things flowing as a convenient excuse not to explore her true feelings.<br/><br/><br/>It wasn’t that Eve hadn’t been affected by Bill’s untimely death. Her first initial response was one of shock and disbelief. However, she had learned years ago to push her true feelings to the back of her mind. To follow such whimsy would surely lead down a path marked with heartache. Evelyn had experienced enough pain and heartache for two life times; she was not interested in accumulating more.  With her attention firmly placed upon her own safety and wellbeing, the pretty blonde companion took comfort knowing she had done her best to provide the late Bill Carter with several evenings of bliss, a far cry from anything he had received at home.  Her conscious was clear.<br/><br/><br/>Locked in the arms of one of the saloon’s regulars, Eve took a moment to revisit her personal policies. Though privately, he had yet to enjoy the pleasures of her company, the fact remained that he was a reliable patron at the saloon. Customers were important. Without them there wouldn’t be a Lola’s to hand over. With that in mind Eve would consider bending her rule this one time, taking pleasure in his arms in a more private venue.  Her hands smoothed over his strong, broad shoulders, drawing a soft sigh and an secret grin. Her sacrifice for the greater good, and for the future of Lola’s wouldn’t be as much of a bitter pill as she had once suspected.<br/><br/><br/>Ever diligent in her duties, Evelyn continued to watch the room under the cover of her long lashes. She searched from corner to corner, looking for any sign of trouble when she spotted Lola descending the stairs. With her boss back and resuming a strong hold of the reins, Evie would be free to initiate her own plan to find comfort after such a tragic happening. Her soul could use some coddling, not to mention her bodies need for sinful pleasures. She was only human. It was true that on occasion, Eve to felt the need for a healthy, strong stud between her thighs. A soft smile graced her face as she prepared to offer him the invitation he had been hoping for only to be waylaid by the sight of Lola’s subtle command for Eve’s attention. Untangling herself from her cowboys hold, the blonde entertainer left him with the promise of her quick return and a soft kiss placed firmly upon his lips.  Moving swiftly across the room, Eve slipped beside Lola, offering her friend an apologetic smile.<br/><br/><br/>"Who was it?.....Tell me it wasn't Bill...."<br/><br/><br/>Evelyn’s expressive eyes spoke of the truth before the words were able to trip from her delicate lips.<strong>”I’m sorry Lola”</strong>replied Evie, her voice as gentle as a feather.  Reaching out to comfort her friend, Evelyn smoothed her hand along the other woman’s arm, taking Lola’s fingers in her hand and squeezing gently with a show of compassion.<strong>"What's going on? Does this have anything to do with whatever it was that King said to you? What was that all about? You will tell me if there is anything that I can do to help you?"</strong>Trying to draw a smile from the woman she considered to be her best friend Eve added<strong>"Want me to starch his britches? I bet he won't act so smug with his long underwear chaffing his rump!"</strong>