<div align="center"><strong>~&lt;=&gt;~ Kiran Reed (yes, ladies, he's single) <del>   </del> Oxhorn Saloon <del>   </del> Hoping that's not a tin brick in the woman's bag. A man needs his liquor, after all! <del>   </del> dressed (http://www.yeshairstyles.com/wp-content/gallery/sam-worthington/sam-worthington-hairstyle-from-terminator-salvation.jpg) sharply (http://www.dabblestone.com/bio_files/Sam%20Worthington%20poster.jpg), as always ~&lt;=&gt;~</strong></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img210.imageshack.us/img210/9981/bbaddff0ac585f7cae03a3b.jpg)</div><br/>Smelled shifty, like a temptress. That's never good news. If there was one thing he learned back in the Alliance during shore leave, it was never to never blindly except an invitation from a woman who's practically humping your leg before you're even on a first name<del>   </del>or in this case<em>any</em>name<del>   </del>basis. This had trouble written all over it in shiny, capital, neon letters. Sure, they might look pretty from a distance, but get too close and you might get fucked... and not in a good way! With a slightly raised eyebrow, he responded,<strong>"Yeahhhh, I don't think so. No offence or anythin', but you've got the smell of trouble abouts you. Let's just leave it at me gettin' a bottle of whisky from you and part our ways."</strong><br/><br/>A girl questioned them about if they had seen an Asian woman.<strong>"I've got all the time in the world, miss. Just been sittin' here enjoyin' my drinks before people started trying gettin' me into trouble,"</strong>he responded with a lopsided grin, making a playful jab at the unknown woman riding his leg, how she had used him to get rid of some Alliance numbnuts.<strong>"But I'm afraid I have to say that I haven't seen any Asian ladies cross my path on my way here to the saloon."</strong><br/><br/>Reaching forward, around the still nameless brunette in front of him, he took hold of his glass, bringing it to his lips for a swig. The stuff was so watered down, you could practically consider it to be water. The lady better not be exaggerating about that bottle of whiskey being of good quality or she'd have lit the fires of seven kinds of hell. Kiran not being drunk like a road kill skunk, right now, was not the most ideal of situations. It was hot as hell outside and the town seemed duller then a juggling act performed by a man with no hands and feet. Only a sober mind could make such a strange comparison, for sure!<br/><br/>The blond was pretty cute, he noted, after taking a better look at her. The dirt and her clothes showed she was one to know hard work. Good chance she wasn't one of them spoiled ladies you met every now and again. God, how he hated upstarts like that, men and women alike. There was another woman, next to the outspoken blond. A redhead. Pretty little thing, though she looked out of place and perhaps even a little confused. There was a certain feel about her that made Kiran wonder what her story was. He sometimes got that, odd feelings about people he'd just met. It wasn't anything fancy, just a gut feeling.<br/><br/>A man entered the bar and approached the redhead. Kiran didn't pay him much mind... until a bottle and a drink were mentioned, of course. Turning his head, he asked,<strong>"That stuff the real deal? Everythin' they have here is watered down too much. I've dyin' inside a little with every swig I take, so to speak."</strong>