<blockquote><div><cite>Eferhilda wrote:</cite>Sara nodded remembering how she had slit those bastards throats while the slept after....her hand gripped the bottle rather tightly for the moment before she relaxed taking a long drink from the bottle. "Its nice being able to share a drink with someone again. Its been awhile since there has been someone whom I thought could use it and deserve to have some of it. This stuff is hard to come by now. Unless you don't mind your stuff mixed with rat poison to give it that extra kick." Looking at him again for a long moment studying his face, then his tale about being a gunslinger it all fell into place and she began to laugh. Softly at first, but it got steadily louder and stronger, "Now this is something amazing...." she says into between spurts of laughter, "I am sitting at the fire enjoying a good bottle of Bourbon with none other then the Cursed Piper himself." her laughter died off, but the smile did not fade or falter, "It took me sometime only because I always pictured you as some old crazy man with a pipe. Not well you....your far from a crazy old man." she would not tell him that she also found him attractive even if when would not even really admit it to herself.</div></blockquote>