<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 redhead wasn’t certain what was more shocking right now – the question from the Gamble’s captain about just what kind of girl she was or the fact that her breakfast was bound to be alcohol from two different sources. She was likely to get tipsy quick if no food were provided. Arguing in her head that this kind of opportunity was unlikely to be common, she swigged down the slug, wiping her mouth with the back of her wrist to hide a cough from the burn. The water building up in her cerulean eyes was not as noticeable as the flush along her alabaster cheeks and throat but she handled the drink well enough.<br/><br/>Turning her head slightly to watch the captain as he spoke with the brunette woman, Small Fry tucked just a little bit closer to him, wondering what was about to happen between this strange compilation of folk. Annabel was exiting without paying for the drinks… Griff had his own supply… the man nearby was ready to trade services for real alcohol… the Asian woman looked both angry and apprehensive… the brunette was familiar enough to call both the captain and his ship names but he wasn’t drawing on her… yet…<em>whew!</em><br/>