[b]Cordelia "Susanna Blue" Murphy
Fairbank[/b]

A dab of rouge, two sweeps of mascara and the young redhead was done with her makeup. The woman was undoubtedly stunning, with her sea-blue eyes and long ruby-colored hair, piled on top of her head in an elaborate, curled updo decorated with flowers; red roses this time, but her face was hardly a happy one, instead wearing a mask of boredom and disdain. Cordelia Susanna Murphy [i]did not[/i] like her job, and nobody was ever going to make her think otherwise. Even though she essentially was prepared, she somehow just [i]wished[/i] that she could catch a break tonight. There were three other girls, and all of them were more willing than she was, after all. Unfortunately, though she was Irish, she apparently did not have the luck of one...even up to now.

"Susanna Blue! We got a customer! I'm giving ya five minutes to finish up and get down there!" A sharp voice ordered from behind her. Cordelia turned around, knowing full well that it was the voice of her owners' most senior girl, Sophia. An Italian woman five years Cordelia's senior, with piercing dark eyes and glossy black hair, Sophia de Luca was basically her owners' unofficial third partner in the saloon business, entitled to use her own name rather than a made-up one, being allowed to boss everyone else around and have the choice to reject an offer from a customer, even though she probably was the one that most men wanted to bed. 

"Me again?! I just slept with an asshole the other day! You haven't even asked Madellaine for days!" Cordelia shot back, prickling slightly at the sound of the name she was given when she started working at the establishment. Wyatt Starr and Alexander Martin, her employers and owners, declared that "Cordelia" was too cold and unappealing, and dubbed her Susanna Blue from then on. It was true, the redhead observed, that Madellaine was Sophia's personal favorite and it was always her who had to take up the job, even though Sophia knew that she wasn't exactly as passionate about it as the others were. Not that the older woman would listen, however.

"Shut up, girl! We cannot afford to lose another [i]paying customer[/i], so ya better get your lazy ass down there or else you'll answer to Alexander." Sophia threatened, her dark eyes dangerous as she closed the door. Cordelia glared as she gave the Italian woman the middle finger, murmuring "As if Alexander would kill me!". There was nothing she could do, but she could at least revel in the fact that she flipped Sophia off. Small things were better than doing nothing after all. She got up and shook the silk skirts of her elaborate black and blue dress, a garment created from a variety of cast-off gowns. Fairbank was in the middle of nowhere, and money had to be saved. The dress however, was well-made and could pass off as something that someone better-off could be wearing, if not for the shortened, raised front of the skirt. She tugged on her long, black silk gloves over her lean, strong arms and scarred hands and put on a pair of earrings before stepping into the uncomfortable high-heeled slippers she so loathed. Taking the tarot deck on her bed, she made her way to the door and left her room, heading down the stairs to meet the so-called [i]customer[/i]. Nobody knew how much she would pay to be free to travel, wear comfortable clothes and try crazy things!

Cordelia reached the bottom of the stairs, and surveyed the bar. Undoubtedly, the "paying customers" always had drinks in their hands. There were quite a few of them, making her give Sophia a hostile look.

"What now, [i]bitch[/i]? You didn't even tell me who the hell you're throwing me on to!" She spat, pointing to nobody in particular. Sophia's lips tightened, as she tried to keep herself from losing her confident demeanor.

"Watch your mouth, Susanna Blue. Ya forgot who's boss 'round here? Do anything stupid and you'll regret it. He's the one in black...and you [i]better[/i] do your job." She replied coolly, before heading upstairs, undoubtedly to share drinks with their bosses. Cordelia shook her head, before heading behind the bar counter to stand in front of a seated man wearing a black duster and a matching hat, a drink in his hand. Sighing, she allowed herself to sit on top of the counter, crossing her stockinged legs suggestively, before shuffling her Tarot deck and spreading the cards on the wooden counter.

"Name's Susanna Blue if you're asking. Now choose, Desperado. What is it you want to know about what's to come, anyway?" She said, an edge to the sultry voice she adopted for the situation.