<div align="center"><strong>-=’Small Fry’ – Oxhorn Saloon – Avalon=-</strong></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l533/KeikoShinju/Cherish%20and%20her%20big%20Gamble/Blued-Eyed-Drew---Red-Top.png)</div><br/>The young woman leaning against the side of the saloon was appreciably pretty but made an effort to keep her head down, trying not to be noticed. She was clean and dressed in coral and floral under her denim, making her look fresh and inviting. Just because the town she ended up in was not so delicately themed mattered not to her, except that by being dust-free, she stood out - not exactly what she had envisioned when selecting her garments. She’d just wanted to feel light and airy again, something flowing along her skin, something less… jumpsuit-ish. Here, she had a specific out-of-place look despite her don’t-notice-me try. Answering to that oddness was a cute blond cowpoke with a busybody attitude. The artificially redhaired woman was only startled as her confronter offered such advice as might get her less than picked on by the locals should they decide she looked biddable… or beddable. Opening her mouth to explain that she hadn’t any money, the cowpoke circled a hand around her arm to guide her inside, no explanation needed. Flustered over the cowpoke’s insistence but needing to remain in the area in case the captain of the Gamble returned, she accompanied the blond, wondering if she would be tossed right back out for not being able to afford a drink.<br/><br/>Being asked about an Asian girl by the blond stranger, Annabel’s guest shook her head, fiddling with her scarf to loosen it from over her hair to around her throat. She shook her curls out, following the cowpoke’s line of questioning to the couple on one seat. She managed not to blush but smirked a little, looking over how awkwardly positioned and comfortably close they seemed.<br/><br/>Distracted by the bartender’s thunk of a nearly empty bottle on the bar top, her eyes turned back to watch two short glasses get doused with a light amber liquid. Shoved forward to the front of the authentic wood bar, the little amount of liquor sloshed and ringed the glasses before settling.<em>What a sizable chunk of real wood might cost in today’s market</em>, she started to think, her headache pinging at the center of her mind. Holding back a groan, she touched her forehead for a moment, turning the maneuver into a brushing through her hair. Blinking through tears, she glanced around to see a table full of Alliance low grades enjoying some R & R. A sudden queasiness hit her stomach and she bit her lip, looking toward Annabel again, wondering what about those uniforms made her so nervous.<br/>