Now, there was a fellow worth looking at. Scary as fuck, like he might shoot them all up and eat them for breakfast, but he also knew how to win the attention of the room with his rough and ready appearance. Erol grinned, lopsided and bittersweet with amusement, before she tapped the toe of her boot on the worn down carpet that covered the wood floors of the upper floor. Sometime a long time ago, the naked wood below had been refinished, so that it gleamed darkly, almost like new. Blue eyes trailed the newcomer to the bar, where Mac was tending today. It only gave her another chuckle when his Adam’s apple bobbed nervously at the sight of the grizzled motherfucker stopping in for a drink.<br/><br/><br/>She took that as her queue to intervene, of course. Pushing away from the railing, she twiddled her fingers back at the dark skinned lovely with a casual, “If he’s too kinky, I’ll be sure to send you down instead. I don’t like it when they leave bruises like you do.”<br/><br/><br/>Erol’s play was the sweet and bubbly. It was with a dimpled smile that she bobbed down the winding staircase that bisected the saloon, opening a poolhall to the left and cluttering the bar to the right. Even though there was a sea of faces, many of them local, greying, their faces covered with a hard scruff, and their clothes worn and dirty, she didn’t stop to wish any of them a good day this time. Instead, she made a beeline right up to the scraped up bar - cherry oak, maybe - and tugged a stool out right up close and next to the stranger. The scrape of wood was familiar to her ears, the hard stool that she placed underneath her ass even more so.<br/><br/><br/>Her bare elbow found a sanctum propped up on the bar as she turned her head and lay her chin on top of her open palm that cradled her inquisitive face. “Hey, Mac, why don’t you pour me something to make the hair on my arms crawl?” She teased the man behind the bar, who welcomed the distraction with a nervous grin to the redhead that had joined them.<br/><br/><br/>“Heya, stranger,” she purred once the barkeep turned to pour both drinks, efficient with it, and thunked both glasses in front of the hard looking man and herself hard enough that the liquid sloshed. “Looks like you just came in from someplace interesting.” Her free hand looped around, offered to him in consolation. “I’m Erol. You got a name?”