Cal relaxed a bit when Kos emerged, though her hand remained atop the grip of her gun.  The men moved quickly, more intimidated by the big man than they ever would be by her.  Collecting the second half of the pay from the merchant she quickly pocketed the bag of coins and offered a smile to her sometimes lover.  “We shall.”  Sealing up the ship, she threaded her arm through his.  Being sure to be on his right so she could draw clear.  She was never one for public displays of affection, but such small gestures when they were alone and she wanted him were common.<br/><br/>The bar wasn't too far off, just a short walk through the ever crowded docks.  It was a dive.  The establishment did not bother with a door, or windows or even a name.  Just a doorway letting out the dim light from the filthy fixtures inside.  With Kos in tow, Cal had her choice of seats, a corner table emptying as they approached.  Settling into the chair she nodded to the waitress, holding up two fingers.  There were several arguments going on and more than one fight brewing.  Though no one seemed to pay much attention to any of it.