The conversations continued throughout the bar. The night moved slowly as each passing minute allowed more banter, more jokes, and more laughter. The rich man looked at Diego, curious by his motives for being in this quaint town. “Hmmm...I can’t say that I’ve heard of him. But then, I tend to only pay attention to to those I find...interesting, and you, sir, seem very interesting.” He folded along with everybody else at the table. “Seems you won this hand.” He gave him his signature smile as he passed his cards off to be shuffled and dealt again. After some time passed, they had played a few hands by this point, the man down to only a few pence (he had changed out his last gold coin with what currency lay in the last pot). Some of the other men at the table had lost some bit as well, but not nearly as much as he had, and others gained some thanks to his losing streak. He did not seem bothered by this fact, however, as money was not scarce for him. He had many resources, and tonight he only brought a small amount with him. Apparently that trivial amount was more than most had in a town like this though. “I’m afraid I’m not very good at this game.” He chuckled a light-hearted laugh. “I guess deal me in once more. This might be my last hand for the night.” He anted up a few of his remaining pence, leaving the rest for any raising during that hand.<br/><br/>The wholehearted atmosphere seemed to shrink in the tavern as the spindly man continued his advances on Loretta. He scowled a bit at her crossing her legs. This made him only squeeze her leg harder. He forced another smile, “Oh I’m certain you could do everything that you say.” Once he spoke, another, much pudgier, hand came out to her, clasping her shoulder just to the other side of her. While she was focused on the sweaty hand of the first man, one of his friends had walked up and took the seat opposite him, hearing everything she had said, everything she had promised to the ‘right man’. “I’m also certain that you’d find that special someone in one of us.” The large man with the balding red hair gestured to the two other men that still sat at the table, (a third one having stalked off to the stage to speak to Donovan) before leaning in close to her and whispering in an off-putting husky voice, “so why don’t we go to that dark place, and let that special man leave a little something special in you?”<br/><br/>While the two men were pressing Loretta, and the other two men watched, the fifth scoundrel made his way towards Donovan, taking up the offer of the song requests. “Excuse me, I’d like to make a request. I’m afraid I don’t know of a specific song, but if you’ve got something romantic to help a friend of mine out to woo a woman, it’d be greatly appreciated. Thank you.” He smirked at him and turned to head back to the other side of the tavern, only to stop short and retract his steps, forgetting a detail, “and if you could, make it nice and loud. I just want to make sure that they can hear it above all this noise and such. You know how it is.” His grin widened and he returned to his seat, talking with the other two, and watching the first two schmooze it up with the sexy lady at the bar.