Joanna Rice

*light brown eyes glance from the tabletop to Greg and a friendly but semi-apprehensive smile creeps across the slender young woman's pink-cheeked face* Joanna.

Right, yer real name?

*slight roll of her eyes* Joanna Allison Rice.

Shoa . . . age?

I'm twenty years old.

Appearance? *gives you a once over and smirks

*sniffs a bit, but does smile a little* Brown hair, with a sort of red in it--I guess you'd call it brunette. It's pretty long, about two inches past the bottom of my shoulder blades. Usually I wear it clipped up somehow so it's out of the way. I'm a waitress, and I spend so much time bending over and standing back up that my hair would be horribly in the way if I didn't. Oh--light brown eyes. Long eyelashes. I'm reasonably pretty, I suppose. A bit on the thin side. Pale. But--nice anyhow. *little glower at Greg* Not that nice.

What's yer story?

*shrugs a little* I'm a waitress in a gambling hall. That's all the interesting-er the story gets. I was born, had some parents, a couple sisters. They're somewhere around here.

Dat da one yer tellin' da bulls?

It's not the one I told them when it mattered. It doesn't matter, now. *shrugs thin shoulders nonchalantly*

Single tanight, or datin'?

Single tonight. And tomorrow. And probably forever.

Any weapons? Ya drop 'em on da table.

I certainly wouldn't tell you. *little flash of irritation in her eyes*

What's yer game?

My game is serving people food and drinks. Though if you ask nicely, I will work to get your opponent a little sauced. *almost-flirtatious smile*

Anythin' else we should know?

I guess I wouldn't suggest making me mad. There's a few of your male-type buddies who know not to mess with me.