Georgia leaves her be

She tightened her grip for a moment, snarling at the Witch Doctor. “Yer lucky I’m in a generous mood, magic woman” she puffed, before dropping Abra on the dusty floor and barging past her.

Her stomach was on fire, it was demanding any form of sustenance to melt into more juicy Georgia to flatten the Sheriff with. Yet out on the frontier, restaurants were quite the rarity.

Because of this, Georgia stomped to the bar, in the hopes that Annabelle might whip her up some grub, or at the very least might supply enough beer to fill her up that way!

She licked open the doors, and marched right to the barkeep. Despite her loud entrance, she was a regular here so few patrons even looked up from their drinks.

“Annabelle, god, I’m starved!” She groaned, sitting on one of the reinforced stools designed for women of her size…even still her ass spilled over and threatened to break the poor inanimate object!

“This is a bar, ain’t a lot of foo-“

She was cut off by Georgia tossing a hearty amount of cash onto the counter, “make it happen”

Annabelle gleefully took every last dime, looking for any form of edible food she could trade for it.