An Inconvenient Attachment (Open)

(Pg-14, please have good grammar)

Maryland, at the close of the 18th century, twenty-three year old Deborah(nickname Dovie) is the daughter of a tavern owner and is yet to find a suitor to marry. Her father grows impatient, pushing her to meet men by the—what feels like—hundreds. She has no romantic feelings to any of them, although plenty are courteous and a gentleman. She even becomes friends with a few of them.
But what happens when she meets a lovely woman while taking a walk around the town, and falls completely head over heels? Her father would be furious, Society would have her head. But as long as they keep it a secret, who can really stop them?

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Full Name: Deborah O'Dalaigh
Gender: Female
Nickname/Aliases: Dovie
Birthday + Age: July 3 1776; 23
Sexual/Romantic Preference: Ladies
Appearance
Height: 5’5”
Body Type: pear shape, average weight
Skin tone: fair
Eye color: blue
Hair color/style: deep red, almost amber, usually worn in a braid over her shoulder or up in a bun
Facial hair or piercings: N/A
Identifying marks: freckles everywhere
Personality
Hobbies: embroidery, sewing, working as a waitress at her father’s tavern
Quirks and Habits: spins a gold ring from her late mother around her finger when she’s nervous, heavy Gaelic accent
Languages they speak: English, hasn’t had access to official schooling
Personality type: Soft spoken but still very amiable to strangers, listening to them and letting them lead the conversation while she’ll nod, open to making plenty of friends but finding love is difficult, excitable around close friends
Quote or Mantra they live by (or a theme song): Loch Lomond; “Be happy while you’re living, for you’re a long time deid” (old Scottish proverb)
Fears: sailing, being out on the open ocean, never finding true love
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Deborah walked down the street towards the docks with her arm hooked around a man’s arm. She and Jacob, her very rich date, had been set up by her father in hopes that they would hit it off and marry as soon as possible. However, they walked in silence, neither of them arriving to have much fun. Deborah silently wished she could just go home.

Jacob sighed through his nose and looked around the town absentmindedly. He free hand fidgeted with a small bag full of coins.

Jacob turned his head to look at Deborah, making a polite small-talk comment about how busyvthe docks always were.

Deborah nodded, “Yes, they always are..” she nodded slightly, having not noticed the comely thief approaching them yet.

Deborah looked to Jacob, who reached behind him to instinctively make sure his money was still there—it wasn’t.

“Hey!!” Jacob yelled and pushed through the crowd to dash off after her.

Deborah stayed put with wide, very confused eyes. She wrapped her arms around herself, “Okay, then…”

He shoved away the people in his way, shouting curses and names at her, “Thief! Stop her!” He called to anyone, despite chasing her herself.

Deborah squinted, not really caring about her date’s pocket money, but she was more curious about the thief who stole it. Women typically weren’t thieves and street rats—and thieves typically weren’t that attractive either. Slower than Jacob, she began following them in the wake of their chase.

Jacob cursed as several of the people in the crowd intentionally cut him off.

Deborah assumed they would let her through easier, as she didn’t seem to pose a threat, “Miss, wait!” She called.

Deborah continued to weave between the crowds until she made it to the corner, “Miss?” She spoke again, hand resting against the building, “I’m not mad, I barely know him anyway, I just…”

She shrugged, “I know you didn’t mean to-“ she had a heavy Gaelic accent, a vague line between Scottish and Irish,”-But thank you for breaking us up. I was having a terrible time.”

Deborah smiled too, shyly, “My father owns a tavern, would you possibly like to eat dinner there? We have good food…and his pocket money might be enough for a bed too.”

“So you accept?” She beamed with hope.

Deborah’s grin widened with excitement, “Would you come with me now? Just to show you where it is?”

“Indeed I will have you,” She offered a hand.