Post #1959034 in The Gold River Runs Red, a roleplay on RPG

Bonnie rose that morning with the usual spring in her step, she rose with the sun, waking early for a long day ahead, yet it wasn’t that she was bothered by her long days and late nights, she loved her job, it gave her independence and the chance to be the woman she wanted to be not who someone wanted her be and that was one of the main reasons she took on the ‘Big Horn Saloon’ after her husband died and she could honestly say that it was the greatest decision she had ever made.

Stretching, she kicked down the covers, sliding her slender legs off the edge of the bed as a loud yawn rippled through her. Standing up Bonnie walked over to her vanity, sitting quickly as she rubbed her weary eyes before washing her face with the cooling water she had put out the night before. Once her face had brightened up and she ran a brush through her long, golden curls she proceeded to dress before leaving her beautiful apartment above the saloon.

Making herself her a strong cup of coffee in the kitchen in the back, she grabbed a piece of fresh fruit for her breakfast; she never had been a big eater, especially in the mornings. Carrying her cup and apple into her study she sat down in the plush swivel chair and looked over her books for the Saloon and proceeded to sort out wages, along with rent for the building. As her eyes caught sight of her wedding picture and small smile crept upon her beautiful face as she ran her fingers down the silver frame and remembered the simpler time in her life, before the war, back when she still lived in Charleston in her beautiful home when all she had to worry about was what to wear that day. With a small sigh she shook the memories from her mind “No use dwellin’ on the past” she mumbled to herself turning her attention back to the documents in front of her.

Lost in her work Bonnie nearly missed the fact that she had been working for hours, it was only when her stomach rumbled did she look up at the clock mounted in her wall, closing the book, she gathered everything up and placed all the documents and money in the safe mounted behind the portrait of her mother. Once everything was sorted she left her apartment and walked down the wooden staircase down to the ground floor where the bar and poker tables were. As Bonnie reached the bottom step she smiled as she took in her pride and joy “Afternoon Lou” she called to her bartender who stood polishing the glasses which would later hold some of the finest liquor in Montana, it was something she prized herself on, just because the town was fast becoming a shithole, didn’t mean her place had to be.

“Afternoon Miz Bohannon” the older man returned as she approached the bar to sit down, nodding to a couple of early punters as a passing greeting, they were her usual drinkers who often came in around lunch if they weren’t still passed out at home. Laughing slightly as she passed them she took a seat at the bar stool leaning forward slightly flashing her best smile at the man “Any chance of a sandwich darlin?” she asked hopeful, that her newly employed chef was around.

Lou laughed with a quick nod “Right away ma’am” he answered.

“Thanks Lou” she called as he hurried back through the thin curtain separating the bar from the newly installed kitchen in the back, turning in her seat she observed her saloon with a satisfied smirk, so much had changed since she had first arrived in the town two years ago, firstly ‘The Big Horn Saloon’ was a complete dump, a place her husband had won the deeds to in a poker game, although she hadn’t known that until after he had died and thus inherited it. And so perhaps on a whim she decided to take on the project and she was thankful she had, it had been a lot of hard work but worth it, the place was now certainly something to be proud of.

Snippet #1959034

located in Crosby's Ridge, a part of The Gold River Runs Red, one of the many universes on RPG.

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