<strong>Allison "Al" Garvey</strong>- Simon's Bull barmaid<br/><br/>Al felt the rock in her stomach enlarge as the men spoke.  She glanced around, wondering who was paying attention and who was running off to tell others of the hunters who were here.<br/><br/>She jumped a little when (Diane) the woman spoke to her, but hurried to her.  She slid the bottles and mugs off the bar, ran the money into the till and then grabbed a tray and set a bowl of limes, a couple of salt shakers and a bottle of Cabo Wabo in the center.  O.K. So, she liked it because it was Sammy Hagar's tequila.  It was good, too.  Al added a stack of napkins and an empty bowl for the rinds, then set some shot glasses on the tray, unsure if the woman was ordering for herself or the table.<br/><br/>Al took a step to the side when the beefy pool players accosted Louie over the counter.  She listened to them, watching without hiding her interest as was her usual method.<br/><br/>When they walked out, she gave Louie a look, wondering how he'd react.  Not good, if history was any indicator of how he took customer "input."  Al jerked around at Cop's Brother as he poked back into the bar.<br/><br/>She stared for a moment of wonder that the two big guys wouldn't take on a woman.  "Jesus fucking christ," Al muttered, grabbing an empty bottle and ducking under the counter to run to the door.<br/><br/>"Hey!" Al yelled, spotting the woman--a not very big woman at that--wailing on a guy who was down.  "Knock it off!"  She looked back at the room, pointedly at the table of man's protectors.  "Uh...a little help..." she said.  She had broken up more than her share of bar fights, but there was something wrong about the way the woman was muttering...WAS it a woman?  She looked around the door once more...it looked like one, but...