(Yeah, she was.)
Bonnie "the Drifter" Burrows
Bonnie listens to his answer, still massaging her temples. She lets out a huff as he hands her the laudanum.
"Thank you, son." She says before she puts her hat back on. His body language gave off the inidcation that she wasn't really wanted in his presence. But that's fine.
"Cheers." She says before she walks from the shop and back into the town. There was now a small buzz of activity as the day came into the afternoon. She spots the saloon further up the street and starts walking towards it. She was actually quite glad that the male wasn't interested in her. She did want some time away from being the nutorious 'Drifter' and from bounty hunters hungry for their fistful of dollars.
She pushes the doors open as she walks into the building. It didn't look overly busy. Also a good thing. Only a small clutter of men and the girl behind the counter. She makes her way to the counter, only partly ignoring the men's interested comments towards her. Maybe later.
She sits at the counter, still chewing on the laudanum. She looks at the young woman behind the counter. "Scotch, please." She grunts as she takes her hat off and ruffles her hair, picking out some straw still stuck in it. How did she get in that stable in the first place?