Clara slipped into the saloon through the back, she'd been in town long enough to know the barkeep by name. A decent sort of chap, didn't cause or want trouble and was nice enough to boot. Just the sort of chump she'd normally take advantage of were this some town she just wandered into. Trouble was she'd shown up half dead on her horse and had been nursed back to health over the past few weeks, not exactly the perfect place to start a new scam, least of all not till she knew she could get out quick if things turned sour.<br/><br/>She coolly eyed the card game, watching the violent looking men at the table. Not the sort she'd prefer to gamble with, far too likely someone would end up shot in a game like that. As if someone had been listening to her thoughts, no sooner had she thought about a shooting, then a gunfight erupted at the bar. Once the trouble cleared she noticed another man playing with knives and giving Andy, the bartender, rather menacing looks. She sidestepped the boy and one of the gamblers who seemed to be giving the wounded kid some money and slid up next to the knife wielder at the bar.<br/><br/>She glanced over at his drink and smiled, "Drinking the hard stuff today I see?" She offered, hardly paying the man any more attention as she casually waved for the bartender.<br/><br/>"Afternoon Miss Clara, what can I get for you?" the barkeep asked.<br/><br/>"The usual, Andy. Vodka and Tonic." Clara answered, her eyes l<br/><br/>"Of course," he replied with a smile, wiping the bartop where she stood with a rather unclean looking rag before depositing her glass and rapidly filling it.<br/><br/>She took the glass, turning so her back was resting against the bar and watched the action, looking for promising marks, some other chance to make a bit of cash off some poor schmuck, or her ticket out of this town, her horse having expired a day after it carried her into town.