- ❝ ⋆ ｍａｒｙ ｇｒａｃｅ ❞
- ( health ninety ) ( weapon duel pistols ) ( location alabama ) ( tags tbd )
- Mary looked at the other woman slowly, clearly she was going to get along with her. She was not putting herself above others or trying to become a monarch without taking others opinions into consideration. Mary was not interested in this trip unless she had a small bit of respect, which is what she usually doesn't gain when she walks into bars. Just older men staring at her with their perverted interest, of course she was going to be a feminist! In these times, women were considered "wild" if they just left their house to pick up groceries, and forget about riding horses, they are to be drawn in carriages. Side-saddle can be done, but most women don't ever bother to learn, and when they do they carry fans everywhere and just have someone lead them.
Tipping her head to the side, she cocked a brow before looking directly at Jarvis. There had been many offers for her to come on expeditions, purely for her talent. And if this man thought that he was going to just walk all over her and act like a child then she was not interested in this. "To be clear, that was me being civilized, you just aren't used to a woman trying to be an equal. I simply stated that I was going to have to high tail it out of here because I have some guys on my tail that got bucked off of Jackson." She paused for a chuckle, imagining her putting Jarvis on him, he'd be off in two seconds flat. "The fact that you're calling me names, which were impressive and I felt very hurt by them, shows the contempt you feel for me. But I'm not going to wait for you to come because I have around six other offers for the exact same journey and the same price, so we can either leave now or you can find someone else." Swigging back the last bit of her drink she eyed Jocelyn for a second, wondering if she was going to stay in the bar and wait for their self-proclaimed leader or prove her own point by following her out.
