Warren set down his half-empty mug on the bartop and gestured with his hand, "No it is not, Miss."  He paused to take in this tall drink of water.  Warren did not recall meeting her before in Harrison's.  He would have remembered such a pretty face.  After a moment of study, Warren revised his assessment.  Of course, he wouldn't have recognized her, she was a bit underage to be legally drinking in the bar.  "So what brings you to Harrison's?"<br/><br/>Warren was dressed in slacks and a buttoned down shirt whose sleeves had been rolled up to avoid picking up stains from the bartop.  He took another drink from his beer as he waited for an answer from her.  The girl was very pretty and Warren wouldn't mind getting under her skin to see what made her tick if he wasn't already attached.