Guinevera watched as the usual activites restarted after the little incident in the center of the saloon. Irene took her tray and went back to tending to the coming night's patrons and their drinks. When the men weren't ordering anything, the bartender would casual fix her hair in front of them, showcasing her body as she did.<br/><br/>Miss Starr then saw a saloon girl carrying what looked like a bandolier, a coat and a long range rifle, a Winchester model to be exact ... the known equipment of Marshal Wrynn, the Saguaro Saloon's primary investor. Guinevera glanced in the opposite direction the saloon girl was headed and found the Marshal taking a shot and then chasing it with a beer at a booth in the far corner. Sprting a smile on her face, she navigating around the traffic of the saloon, grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the bar and approached the booth where Marshall Wrynn was sitting. Not even greeting the man, she took a seat at the booth, a foot or two away from the Marshal's side. She knew the comfort zone of the Marshal from past engagments, and considered the fact the he did not want anyone crowding his space. Who knows, a band of bandits may barge into the mansion and with girls at his side, the Marshal would not have any room to take down the outlaws.<br/><br/>Guinevera set down the bottle of whiskey on the table. She eyed the two empty shot glasses and took one for herself, downing a shot of the piss-colored liquid straight down her throat. Casually, she spoke, "Haven't seen you for two week, Marshal? Did ya find yer man?"