Sara shrugs. "If'n yu'll invite th' other lady ta join us too..." She smiled sweetly at Clara "Say miss, care ta join us in a drink? John's buyin'." She picked up her bottle and glass and headed for the table John was indicating.<br/><br/>She set the glass down on the table and refilled it, then placed the bottle alongside it. She sat, making sure her back was away from the door. It was interesting how many of the tables in this saloon had chairs set around one side only. Sara considered her options as she slowly drank her way down the bottle. She could join a poker game and most likely loose. She could get an honest job here in town, but the only honest job open to women that she was qualified for was whore and there was no way in hell she would do that. She could rob someone in Sutton, but in a small town full of crooks like this one, if she was found out she would very quickly become a real estate owner... up on boot hill!<br/><br/>Her only other option was to leave town, go back to work, "earn" some more money the only way she really knew how, and then return.<br/><br/>She let out a deep sigh and downed another glass of the rot-gut. "Damn, but this stuff sucks. You could strip paint with it!" She sighed again. "An' it cost more than a bottle o' Jamesons!"<br/><br/>She brushed a loose strand of hair out of her eyes as she looked curiously at Clara. "What's a pretty girl like you doin' in a sleazy fucked up place like this anyhoo, miss?"