"Just keep her filled, tapper, I'll catch ya for I leave." he spoke over his shoulder at the barkeep.  He looked at the pretty young marine and wondered how her uniform would look all dusted up and wrinkled on the floor, namely how she would look without it.<br/><br/>"Well little lady, I don't know if I got the time to go out daincin with a pretty filly like yerself.  But I would love to try if I find I do."<br/><br/>His thoughts returned to his new employer, he wondered if he would be worth a damn...  Or she... He wasn't sure which it was supposed to be and couldn't remember anyway.  His thoughts wandered again and he curiously considered poring the stuff in his cup into an engine to see if it was the same as the coolant in them.  Then he thought about the physical training that marines performed and if that meant that meant she could 'ride bareback' longer than most women could.  Francis put his empty cup back on the bar and thought that if he wanted to keep talking to this pretty creature that maybe he should take it easy on the drink.