Another saloon, another dusty small backwater town, that the west was so well known for. This saloon was like all the others Elizabeth Florence Jonas more commonly know among the people as Lady Lizzy , a fearsome female bandit, who had evade the law at every turn, even to the point that no one was sure what she looked like, had been to. Thought there not being able to fully identify her, she cocked up to her most unknown persona yet her most well known, because she was the personification of the United States of America itself, even if they had tried to capture her, it would be impossible to do since no human knew she what she was. Every country that had relations with America knew after all the other countries had a personification also. That was beside the point Emily as she prefers to be called was in this little town for a reason, after all no bandit come to such a unknown town without just cause.
Currently the saloon was quite for the middle of the day, at lest that's what the bartender had told her with no prompt and Emily was more then happy to digress into conversation with the scruffy old man serving drinks. After all bartenders always knew everything that happened in a town. "So ol' Jimmy came wheezing threw here ranting and raving as usual, drunk off his cowhided ass, about god knows what, and ended up causing a fight." The bartender who called him self Herbert Oakley recalled "Do bar fights happen often around these here parts" Emily asked. "Not really miss beside the every now and then gang passim' threw and ol' Jimmy this here is a peaceful and quite town." Herbert drawled with a smile. "I recon it is Mr. Oakley sir these here seem like some fine folks from what I've been able to gather" Emily's sky blue darkened eyes full of mischief as she smiled. Yes this was a fine town with fine folks and just as her information had gathered the reason for coming to this small Texas city was indeed here. Oh by tonight Emily would finally have her hands on the prize she had be searching for since she decide to become a bandit among her own people.
Finding her target was easier then expected. It seemed that ol' Jimmy was indeed the traveling jeweler Jimmy Watson, and he in fact passed threw this little town enough times that many of the people there considered him part of the townspeople. She walked threw the doors of the only hotel in town, The Marinate as the old wood sign had read. Thanks to Herbert the quite accommodating forty-five year old bartender, Emily knew exactly which room to find him in.
"So ol' Jimmy is he in town?" Emily innocently asked smiling in a way she knew would cause the older looking male to melt, if not have a heart attack.
"Actually yes he is miss came here but yesterday morn'" Herbert answered right back immediately.
"Oh mind telling me where he's staying?" she leaned in over the bar purposely to gain a form of intimacy something she found caused most human men to oblige to odd questions without a second thought. After several seconds of quite and a few subtle flirty movements she picked up from France he answered. "He's staying in room thirty-two of the only hotel in town….that's where he always stays madam"
After that Emily left the salt and pepper haired man with a simple thank you and headed off to find Jimmy Watson. The hotel had be easy to find and so had the room she was looking for. Without a thought or real plan the short haired blond put one hand on the door knob and walked straight into the room. Not really sure what to expect when she entered Emily had been slightly surprised by the emptiness of the room. Looking around though it had defiantly been lived in. There was no doubt someone had been here and they had be drinking what smelled to be hard whiskey from the shot glasses set on the old night stand. The room its self was a simple one bed hotel room. With a window facing to the outskirts of town, the curtains were wide open giving the room more then enough lighting. Walking around Emily began to look for the mans luggage hoping the drunk had been senile enough to leave the very item she planned to steal. After carefully searching as to not leave a trace of her presence there, Emily found his suitcase filled with the jewelry he obviously planned to sell, under the bed. She snorted "Only a senile old fool would put something so precious under the bed." She looked threw the suitcase for her prize only to find it not to be there among the other jewelry. In slight frustration she slammed the lid to the suitcase shut. Moving it back down under the bed, and then stood up on to plop on the bed her self. Staring at the ceiling he began to think. 'If I were an old drunk man holding on to an almost legendary piece of jewelry to sell to some big ass hot shot cocksucker, where would I hide it?' she sighed to her self. While deep in thought Emily took no notice of the change in time or how sleepy she had become lying there in a semi comfortable bed. After what had felt like several minutes the blond began to open her eyes having no recollection of ever closing them. When she did it took several minutes to realize she was not sleeping in her own room back in Virginia, but instead she was in Jimmy's hotel room and it seemed ol' Jimmy was sitting in a chair staring at her while pouring himself another shot of cheap whiskey. "So missy sleep well" the mud brown eyed man slurred. Looking him over Emily noticed how well dressed her was compared to how much of a drunk he certainly was. For a few moments he reminded her of a drunk England. The image made her chuckle, England always had been more of a funny drunk probably due to being so uptight all the time. "Something funny missy." The drunk glared at her "Oh no sir just for a second there you have remind me of my older adoptive brother, Well he not that any more but that don't matter do it" She sated acting as if the fact she was sleeping seemingly unarmed in a strange mans bed wasn't bond to get her in some serious trouble. Jimmy snorted his greasy sliver hair moving off to the side as he did. He picked up the shot glass with his skinny old wrinkly hand and poured it down in one gulp. Slamming the glass back down as he did. Emily waited a minute watching him as she did. Curiously she began to wonder if the ruby she had been looking for was on his person literally. That would defiantly make things harder she thought. While coming up with an on the spot plan, what Rickey her old partner used to say was her specialty, she quickly examined the room taking in every detail. "So missy mind telling me why you were sleeping n my bed" Jimmy asked slurring. After hearing those words a small smile formed on her face "I am terribly sorry sir I was just so tired and I had heard about how kind you were and thought you might be willing to let a poor lass with no where to go stay with you for while." She innocently answered as she moved her self on the bed in a way the looked contently leering and seductive while keeping an aura of innocence. One look at her positioning and the drunk man blushed redder then England when he was embarrassed over her state of dress after waking up. There were a few seconds of silence as she moved off the bed and got up to where he was standing by the night stand. As Jimmy noticed this he began to stutter something beyond intelligible to Emily's ears. She leaned in closer then necessary and slowly grabbed the bottle of whiskey and pulled her self away at a more normal speed, while taking a swig from the bottle. As she did she noticed barely hanging out of his left shirt pocket was a golden chain of what was obviously a necklace. Pulling the bottle from her lips she realized she'd have to do something so she could get it from him. Jimmy was starting at her transfixed. "So since I am goanna be staying here and I cant pay you in money world you like a kiss as payment" She batted her eyes. He blushed again giving no response. "Well if you want one close your eyes and pucker up" she sated trying to move things along hoping she didn't sound like she was. Either way it seemed to work on his drunken addled mind cause he did exactly as she wanted. When she saw this she smirked and leaned in as if she was goanna give him a kiss instead she slowly pulled the necklace out of his breast pocket and smiled as she saw it was indeed the fainted heart shaped ruby necklace told to have once belonged to the most notoriously known yet unknown pirate of the seven seas. Her smile intensified as she knocked the poor old man out with the back of her gun and jumped out the window. After landing on the ground Emily whistled calling for her horse Lily a brown stallion who was her only partner in crime these days. Lily came running up stopping in front of her so she could jump on. After getting on she urged the horse to move and Lily ran off in to the night with Emily securely on her back.
It wasn't till the sun had risen that Emily had finally gotten to her destination. A small cabin in the middle of nowhere. Walking inside after putting Lily away in the small barn made just for her and making sure the horse had everything to eat and drink while resting away from the sun. Emily realized how terribly tired she was. Sitting down in the only chair in front of the only table in the middle of the small living room / dinning room / kitchen. Emily pulled off her long light brown coat putting it on the back of the chair , then put her hat on table beside a closed thing of whiskey and a shot glass. She had put out before she left for celebration when she got back. Emily pored her self a shot and pulled out the ruby heart necklace started at in the light a smiled "So your really supposed to grant any wish huh?" Emily took a shot and poured another. " Yeah right" she threw down the necklace on to the table "My wishes will never be granted I'm a nation who shakes her responsibilities for a few cheap thrills and some booze." she took a few more shots mumbling curses and cheap shot insults at her self. After sometime had passed and she had finished the whole bottle. Emily grabbed the heart shaped pendent "You know what I wish no .. you know what you can do for me hehehehe you can let me met your original owner. That pirate whose supposedly so fucking badass no one was able to fucking identify him." Emily then passed out not noticing the sudden sparkle on the ruby.