John stands, the knife flashing dangerously, his own grin not entirely reassuring either. "Well won... I recon it's that wonderful time to grab a drink and a woman... either order... Tell yah what, gentlemen... I'll buy this round of drinks." He smiles slightly, waving for service. The barmaid, however, does not ask for money and just brings them out. "Was a pleasure playing." He said, taking his well worn seat in the corner, sticking his knife into the wooden beam at his back.