The hostile sun swapped places with the moon after having scorched the American desert with a hellish shade of crimson. Lonely men had gathered in the nearest saloon. Hans Thompson, a man of respected heritage, was sat down at the bar, drinking himself silly whilst waiting for the clock to strike eight. The apparition of a blonde woman entering the saloon broke the man away from his drunken haziness. She sat a few stools down from him.
Meanwhile, Anna could be found in the backroom, situated at her vanity. The dress was on, her face was on, her hair had been styled, and her bust was on display for all her admirers to enjoy and gawk at. She loved male attention. They had no one, but the redhead was happy to be there for them, to sing to them, to dance with them. It made their lives more cheerful.
Glancing at the mirror one last time, the redhead nodded at her reflection in satisfaction. After placing a pistol between her breasts, Anna waltzed onto the stage. The love-starved men applauded and howled in anticipation. Anna beamed down at the saloon's pianist, to which he responded with a soft smile and a slight tip of the hat before starting to play.
Hans scooted up towards the blonde.
"Enjoying the show?" he asked, taking a glug from his beer bottle.
"No, I'm afraid. I can't say that I am". Offering an awkward and apologetic smile, the sudden interaction had taken her aback.
"Well, I sure am" Hans said, taking another drink. "I must have the devil in me. It'll explain why I like this shimmy stuff. Honestly, you're better off not liking this sort of thing. Shows you're a real lady. You got the decency to come in here with your legs and bosoms covered"
The blonde haired, blue eyed beauty found herself at a sudden loss for words. She had not expected such a crass comment. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, Hans continued to make conversation.
"What's your business here anyhow? I ain't never seen women in here, cept for the saloon girls"
"I" she began carefully, the clogs in her brain turning. "I came to visit someone who works here"
"Who?"
Her eyes scanned the room.
"The guy minding the entertainer" she said, gesturing to a well-built, rugged blonde fellow who stood firmly to the side of the stage. Any obligation she previously had to be diplomatic towards this stranger disintegrated.
"I best stay away from you". The sideburns sporting man shakily stood up, but not prior to downing the rest of his beverage. He supressed gas. "If you'll excuse me, I have an arrangement with Anna over there"
Raged seeped through her veins. The woman's eyes locked dangerously on the overly made-up, scantily clad woman as Hans stumbled towards her. The redhead had been dancing with various costumers at once, however upon seeing Hans, her entire being ignited. She engulfed him in a warm embrace and began to dance with him exclusively. Elsa could not see her sister's freckles from beneath the caked-on layers of makeup.
Anna shouldn't be here.
The hours dragged on, and after the last drunkard had been removed from the once lively venue, Elsa crept backstage. Anna could hear her hesitant footsteps from inside her dressing room.
"Just come in already, Elsa. Let's get this over with"