Time: 10:23 pm Location: Blacksmith Shop Mood: Tired and Thirsty ~~~ The sound of the bellows and forge burning hot was heard from the small blacksmith shop in Calamity Crater. The owner, Pete Stonewall, was one of two blacksmiths in the small town of Calamity Crater. His most prized apprentice was his very own daughter, Jolene. Some people frowned upon the fact that Jolene was in such a position, but this was what she loved to do and Mr. Stonewall had only the best intentions for his daughter. He did have his reservations for her love of his work, but he was still proud of her none the less. Jolene's mother, Meredith, was of other opinions, however, and often dreaded the fact that her daughter came home covered in soot and smelling of the metal and fire each evening. Beneath the soot and sweat that often covered Jolene, she was a pretty young thing. With dark hair in light waves like her mother and vibrant eyes that mirrored her father's, she was a spunky 23 year old with a wild heart. As she tended to the bellows, sweat dripping from her brow and soot smeared across her cheeks and forehead, her father turned toward her. "Eh, lets call it a night, love. You done good work!" Standing and hearing a crack down her back, Jolene smiled at her father, "Already? But it's only10:23, father!" "Eh...as it shoudl be it's late. And this old man needs his rest! You go on ahead and I'll clean up" "I was actually planning to go out for a bit tonight, father, it's such a beautiful evening! seems a shame to waste it! Mom already knows I plan to be in late. You go ahead home and I'll catch up!" Knowing it was useless to argue, her father kissed her forehead and left her be. Finishing with the clean up of things, Jolene locked up the blacksmith shop and headed for a walk down the emptying streets. Overhead the stars shone brightly and she coudl see the familiar signs looming ahead for Blue Belle Saloon. She always had to have her evening drink at ol' Blue. Slipping through the front doors of the place she was greeted with the usual rowdiness of the evening crowd. Weaving through the masses she headed toward the front counter to order her usual drink Whisky, dry.