Tara smiled at Bronwyn as she pulled the last poker table from the storage closet. "I'm not without fault myself. After working all day and then doing business with Mr. O'Brien, I was in bitch mode. So  yes." she leaned the folded table against the wall and stuck out her hand. "I'm Tara. Nice to meet you. You don't have to worry about being rusty with the cards. This is just a friendly game . Rarely do we have guest who are professional players. The party life can become more like a job so we offer this evening in away from the hustle and bustle of Bourbon Street."<br/><br/>Tara continued to chat as she arranged the tables and chairs. She brought out a leather box that contained the red, green, black and white chips.<br/>"Oh, I need to get the wine out of the freezer."<br/><br/>She disappeared into the kitchen and came back with two bottles, one white and one red. Popping the lids, she grinned.<br/>"I kind of miss the old fashioned corks but these new wines are using regular lids. Progess." she said, making a disapproving face. Then she laughed. "That is scary. I am now relating with my grandmother." Using a quavery granny voice she said," Back in the good old days..."<br/><br/>By the time all the tables, wine, glasses, cheese and chips were out, Bronwyn and Tara were laughing together,