<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_342,h_457,al_c,q_90/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.webp)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Belladonna<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lola's / Bar /Poker Table<br/><strong>Time of Day</strong>: Night<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Desmond, Open<br/><strong>Dress:</strong><div class="floatright">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_6b79abde832e4be4bb37b76db73786a9~mv2.jpg)</div><hr/><br/>That tip of his head to her, however slight it was, garnered a smile in return.  Watching the game as it progressed, she took note of each man's responses, and whereas she couldn't hear what was being said, she could read the body language.  Tall, Dark and Dangerous made them nervous.  Somehow that only made him more interesting.<br/><br/>When the girl working the floor told her that Desmond had bought her a drink, she smiled, giving the girl a wink.  "I think the tall drink I want is sitting there at the table."   The pair shared a quiet laugh, and both sent another look Desmond's way.   Yes, he was a tall drink.   And Nandy was feeling thirsty.<br/><br/>She was fortunate, most girls working saloons had to put up with all sorts of ill-mannered men, and had no choice in who they took as clients.   Nandy on the other hand only took to her bed those who either had information she wanted, or she found interesting.  Most fell into the first category.  Desmond fell into the other.<br/><br/>Turning back to the barkeep, she smiled at him, "Give me the bottle of Glenmorangie, and a pair of glasses."   As she waited for the bottle to be procured, her gaze went back to the table where another hand was being dealt.   When the bottle and glasses were set down, she turned and plucked them up, then moved toward the table.<br/><br/>She stopped beside him, on his offside on the chance that if he had to draw a weapon, she wouldn't be in his way to do so, and set the glasses down to the table.   She then removed the cork from the bottle and filled both glasses.  Recorking the bottle, she settled it on the table, out of the way of the play going on and then took up her glass.<br/><br/>A smile was given the gentlemen at the table, and then she looked at Desmond, her glass raised in salute.  "Slàinte mhath."