Cal's beer was weak, barely worth calling beer.  Horse piss would be more apt a description but there was no way this place could afford real horse piss. Taking a sip with barely a wrinkle of her nose she  surveyed the room.  If she were itching for a fight it was a good place to be, however she was more interested in figuring out which of these low lives was looking for work and desperate enough that she could afford them.  Lacking the iron stomach of Kos, she didn't bother with the food.<br/><br/>The normal din of the place grew louder as a scruffy looking man started shouting.  Thinking it could be amusing, Cal rested her boots on the empty chair to observe the show.  Nodding to the whisper she leaned in close.  “Don' be bustin' tha one tha started it.  Might'n be able ta pay his rate.”