<div align="center"><strong>-=’Small Fry’ – in front of the 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/>Relaxing back against the outer wall of the saloon, Small Fry averted her eyes as the young Feds walked out en masse, complainin’ some to each other about losing their waterin’ hole. The girl adjusted her grip on the bottle’s neck, using her other hand to bring the pretty floral scarf up around the lower half of her face… for the dust. Sure, the drinking Alliance was walking away. Didn’t mean they wouldn’t be back shortly, reporting on the mess that was about to happen inside the Oxhorn – how them reckless strangers all ganged up on a couple of local boys, how the girls inside got mangled in the fury, how the holes appeared in the bodies of those who started the fight. Her head went wild with projections and possibilities and all she could do was beg her thoughts to slow down and show her where the skiff might be. Maybe the captain had packed a little surprise in some small cargo bin before he delivered his captives to that Abernathy character.<br/><br/>Much as she wanted to stay and listen to whatever went on inside the saloon, Small Fry also liked livin’. She took off for two buildings over, running around the back like the devil hisself was on her heels. Poor whiskey, getting’ all sloshed up in its bottle. Hell, no one else was drinking it. She uncorked the thing, poured another helping of breakfast down her gullet, and winced at the burn as she patted the cork back in, her head flashing around for the skiff.<br/>