Cameron almost fainted at the mention of a bath, it sounded like almost the best thing she could imagine for the evening. Well, almost. She slid over to the other side of the passed out drunk, sliding one of his arms over her shoulder as she lifted alongside Irene, letting out a groan as he left his seat, feet struggling for purchase on the saloon's floor, his legs like rubber as he tried to keep his feet. She let out a grunt, stumbling a little as she carried him forward alongside the other woman.<br/><br/>"No one ever tell 'im you're supposed to drink enough to grease the wheels, not look up the whole works, I suppose?" She leaned in front of him, speaking to Irene. She figured the man was so far down the road she could go on a ten minute tirade about his mother and not rouse a response.<br/><br/>She panted a bit, catching her breath as they got him to the door. dusting herself off again, "Alright, now, what was it you were saying about these baths then, love?"