@Turbo Snail and @EMajyyks Private Plot INFO -- OOC Armadillo Saloon -- May 8, 1889 -- 7:00 A.M. Lilith sighed, brushing her blonde bangs out of her eyes so she could correctly open the doors to the town Saloon without falling straight through, again. "Hiya Earl..." she waved towards the male bartender before sniffing the air. There was a pungent smell emitting from beneath her heels, one that you didn't notice until you let it waft into your nostrils for awhile. It seemed the owner finally got around to actually cleaning the log floors, except today was the day all the tradesmen were coming in to sit down and have a shot or two after flunking out of a hassle with Georgie Porgie, the town's main Market guy, which, in the end, meant nobody would stick around for that second shot with that smell. Lilith made her way behind the bar and began helping Earl with the job of cleaning the alcoholic bottles. He handed her a dusty bottle, she wiped it clean, and then it was set on the worn out shelf behind them - it was easy access and customers felt safer watching you pour their drink. Lilith couldn't begin to tell you the stories her mother used to tell her about her grandmother working in the Saloon. Some people were quite testy when it came to their morning drinks. "Gong, gong, gong, gong, gong, gong, gong... Gong," the grandfather clock, placed just to the left of the piano, rang out through the Saloon. Lilith let out an exasperated sigh and walked over to turn the Saloon's sign from CLOSED to OPEN. She was hoping today would be the day, but she honestly doubted anything exciting would happen.