Charlotte Rogers
The bouncy showgirl made her way into the saloon, her mint green apparel striking and odd compared to what the other showgirls usually wore. Most of the girls that Charlotte knew usually wore red, or hot pink. But alas, she was not one of those girls. Her brunette hair was tied up in an elegant bun, which was cleverly hidden underneath her fancy, and frilly hat. She waved at a few cowboys who greeted her with nods, and she blushed purposely as another man at the bar winked at her. Charlotte was certainly a flaunt, a show-off, and a flirt; she knew exactly what she was doing. She strutted around for a while, chatting with many different people; all of which were the opposite gender. But after a while, boredom got the best of her, and she decided to venture elsewhere; she began making her way towards the saloon exit, looking for something to do.
Sheriff Brady
After a while of sitting, looking around, and feeling lonesome, the sheriff straightened up in his chair, deciding to wander the town; you never knew when danger lurked around the corner. Maybe he'd even visit the general goods store. He stood to his feet, brushing himself off, and grabbed his keys, tucking them in his pant pocket. He then made his way around his desk and to the door of his little office, pushing it open and stepping outside. As he closed the door behind him with a small 'clicking' noise, a warm breeze gusted up in his face and he frowned, adjusting his hat a bit. Walking down the steps of the sheriff station and heading towards the heart of the town, he noticed more people were out and about, doing whatever it was that commoners did.
