Lily turned her head as she lifted the glass she had poured from the bottle she purchased, tipping the light cup backwards allowing the bitter whiskey to slide down her throat; not even so much as a wince coming over her face. Watching as the man with the scarred face and his less than enthusiastic companion came through the saloon, losing interest rather quickly however as the two sat beside her; pouring a second shot into her glass from the tall plainly labeled green bottle. Chuckling lightly as Hawthorne took concern over the others vocabulary in the presence of a 'lady', little did the man know she was a veteran herself; as was he evident by the hat and coat he wore two items she had lost in her own experience though the Griswolds on her hips usually made it clear she was no normal woman. As she downed the second shot of whiskey she set the glass down on the thick bar top with a solid thunk, her left hand wrapping around the neck of the whole bottle of whiskey leaning into the counter a bit as she turned her gaze towards the newcomers.

"Shit fire, you ain't gotta worry bout offendin me none." 

Lily chuckled as she finished her sentence, most men not giving her that common courtesy that other women oft received be it because of her markings or her general stature but this one seemed to be a special case just by looking at him.

"You a Johnny Reb then? What division you serve in?"

[@FallenTrinity]