Most people knew who Janice was. The gang killer, the Lady Death. If you had a bounty on you or were part of a gang, it only meant there was time before she found you and you either were thrown in a jail cell or had your brains blown out.

She was rude to most people anyway, with how intimidating she was and always just pissed off. She didn't mean to be so mean-looking, but when you killed men and were in danger often, it wasn't hard to make you rugged and angry. In general, a lady you didn't want to get in the way of.

Yet, surprisingly she still had a soft side even if she had a frown and that look of disappointment on her face that a mom might give. At nighttime after bounties or a good job, she'd go drinking, laughing, and even challenging people to drinking competitions when she knew she'd win when she never really got drunk.

And despite always killing gang members and catching dangerous bounties, she usually did only lawful work, sometimes even helping people in need around the city she was at. And anytime she was caught doing an illegal job, it was only when she really needed the money and often paid off her bounty because it rarely was ever high (also, the police were a little scared of her).

She remembers that almost two whole months ago, when she was in Saint Denis doing some work for a train clerk... rich folk and their money, and she really needed money even if it was just legal work that doesn't pay a lot. But better than nothing. And of course after a good job, she went to a saloon; luckily, the price for whisky was just the same so she could get a little buzzed... or just relax her nerves.

But as she paid and took the bottles out of the bartender's hand (she knew more than enough 50¢ was for the WHOLE bottle, not some small portion in a glass), she drank and drank. She glared at any man who tried to flirt with her and had a conversation with anyone who wasn't too scared of her and smart enough to not flirt or have a fight with her. But in the middle of nursing a bottle of whisky, her gaze wandered, and she saw a man about to smack a lady. She was faster, taking long strides before she knocked out the man with a smack of her revolver against the man's temple. And of course carried out to the police to have him locked up.

She then sort of stayed in Saint Denis for a while, hated the thick air and rich people... but she thought it was okay to stay a little while. And she was sure that Miles was busy with some man, not that she cared; her son was his own person and could be with anyone... even if it was weird.

But she did a typical routine: do a job or two and then stay in the saloon. Where she then saw the lady again, and again, and again until she just got the confidence and went to talk with the lady. She learnt that she was called rich and nice... also pretty—no, she didn't think like that. She liked men; she was married once and had a child. She couldn't like women like that.

But as they talked and talked, she got closer, it was nice having someone to talk to and someone who didn't care if she killed people sometimes. Well... maybe the lady didn't know, but she'd rather enjoy it if the lady didn't know so it was easier.

Moving to the present, she was rather close to the lady, so close that she has been visiting during late nights and talking when neither were at the bar. And it was really nice. Just having someone to talk to who wasn't her son, even if she had large differences

And this time she was trying to do something new. She took a bath at some inn, redid her braid (which was extremely messy before) along with the makeup, and then went to a few stores before it was too late. This wasn't to be romantic... friends gave gifts to each other, and she simply wanted to do something nice for them. So she bought some books that seemed interesting and thought that might like, and also some chocolate. She didn't have a lot of money, but it wasn't hard to do bounties and whatever.

With the gifts, Janice went to the rich-looking house she was used to. Getting off Kali and hitching the lead to a post and (begrudgingly) putting away her weapons so it could be easier to climb. It was easy climbing even with the book and chocolate. With a knock on a window she was in and looked at with a soft look. "Er, hey there... I gotcha a few things, this book called ‘The Beetle’ and then also some chocolate..." she said, with a small smile. Just friends and nothing else. The bath she took was just something she needed, not to look better.