<strong>~ Carmen entering the Saguaro Saloon | Day 2, afternoon ~</strong><br/><br/>Releasing the doors to swing gently closed, Carmen paused for a few moments just inside the doorway, letting her eyes adjust to the more dim interior. Her golden hazel glance roamed slowly across the room, browsing with interest over the few saloon patrons who were lounging inside.<br/><br/><strong>"You break it you fix it, Moose."</strong><br/><br/>Carmen’s face lit up with a wide grin as Irene teased her, the fiery woman someone she genuinely enjoyed calling friend. She immediately noticed the body language going on between Irene and the man sitting in front of her at the bar - some kind of lawman by the looks of him - so she refrained from her usual boisterous greeting, not wanting to interfere in a potentially lucrative transaction for her friend. Sauntering toward the bar, Carmen smiled at the lawman, giving Irene one of her signature eyebrow waggles and throwing her a wink, her eyes then glancing curiously at the other two patrons sitting at the bar.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh love, if girls as pretty as you just wander in this often I'm certainly going to have to stick around."</strong><br/><br/>Carmen didn’t recognize the woman, her slim figure dressed in denim and chaps and a low cut dark maroon blouse, her black hat resting comfortably atop her long, soft-looking tresses. But her teasing flattery delivered with a friendly twinkle in her eye sounded like a fine enough welcome to Carmen, and she strolled toward a seat in between the woman and the other man at the bar.  The other man cut a mighty fine figure himself; tall, dark and definitely handsome.  Letting her glance linger a moment, she was pretty sure he was the same rider who had passed by her and Guinevera earlier. Something about the way he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her set her pulse off to a brisk canter, the intensity of his stare heating her blood. It was as if he was a starving man and she was the delicious feast he had been dreaming of.<em>Mmmm... </em>Her lips curving into a sensual half-smile, she wondered just what kind of man this intriguing stranger might be. Turning to face the beautiful woman who had spoken to her, she could still feel his eyes, hot and demanding at her back.<br/><br/>“Well hello yourself, Doll - don’t think I’ve seen you here before? Always nice to be treated to the sight of a beautiful woman, ‘specially when all I see most days are dirty cowhands sportin’ the opposite of purty. Name’s Carmen...what d’ya go by, Sweet?”<br/><br/>Carmen watched with amusement as Irene effortlessly enchanted the lawman, her glowing beauty and sharp-witted personality casting a spell he was unable to resist.  The besotted lawman ended up practically chasing her up the stairs to her room, and Carmen chuckled deep in her throat.  “I’ll have a whiskey and a water, hun.” Carmen spoke kindly to the barmaid who had taken Irene’s place behind the bar; not one of the girls she was familiar with. Holding up her shot glass of honey-colored liquid toward the staircase after the barmaid poured, Carmen’s lips curved into an amused and admiring smile. Toasting quietly under her breath with a mischievous grin flitting across her full lips she drawled, “Cheers, Dollface. Here’s hoping Mr. Lawman’s got what it takes to fill your purse ‘n pussy both!”<br/>