Aaron laid his jacket over the bar stool and leaned against the counter, smirking at the ravishing red head that had offered him a drink. This wasn't the first time a woman bought him a drink, but it was definitely the first time this happened because of his "shenanigans". He took her hand, turned it over and placed a light kiss on it, making eye contact and smiling afterwards. Slowly he removed his hat and swiped away a rogue strand of hair from his eyes.<br/><br/>"I 'mus say Ma'am, I have never had the pleasure of a drink offer from a beauty such as yourself. Devil damn me should I refuse." He gave another slight bow. "Da name's Aaron Shaw..." before he could continue another Casino lackey approached Aaron in an attempt to have him removed. But this time someone else was quicker with action than he.<br/><br/>Aaron watched as this new dapper fellow lead the man off, and simply talked him away, that was until Aaron realized he was paid off. He greeted the well dressed man in acknowledgment upon his return. "I'm more of a whiskey man myself, sir." Aaron glanced at the other lovely lady accompanying the well dressed man. "I say sir, you sure keep fine company. And I thank you for that deterrent you have provided me. Well played." A sense of overwhelming familiarity washed over Aaron. These three...he knew them somehow. He didn't know how or why. But he knew them.<br/><br/>"Now 'dis might sound crazy when meeting a few perfectly good strangers, but I cant help but think I do know you folks...this situation even feels familiar to me, like a bad case of Deja Vu, but from anotha' life perhaps." Aaron rubbed his stubble then waved the bartender over again. "Another round for me and my friends here. We've got some catchin' up to do." He turned and raised his glass to the others. "Here's to familiarity."