Tara was not a good card player, but she enjoyed the company. The man, Wolf, was pretty sharp although he was very quiet. The wine was unusually good tonight. The almost frozen state really turned it into an alcohol slushie. Sipping the white wine, Tara watched Bronwyn handle the questioning by the cop with grace and aplomb. She, herself, was usually not as nice or cooperative with cops. Her life experience with cops had not been all that beautiful. One reason she chose to deal with Mick and the mob. They were crooks, but very predictable. Pay your money and you were protected. She didn't deal in contraband so she was no threat to their operation.<br/><br/>She listened intently to the conversation about Chicago and explosions. Who knew what kind of information she could gather for Mick.<br/><br/>Wolf took that hand, pulling the whole pile of chips in front of him. Good natured banter offered to help him count it, since it looked like a big chore. Laughter and cheers from the other table called their attention to the action over there. Bronwyn leaned closer to her, taking a deep breath as if appreciating fine perfume. Tara smiled at her, starting to ask her if she like eau de Zest, when suddenly, her mouth went dry and she was lost in those eyes.