One thing Jenn couldn't understand was how Xev's mood could change from fuming to complete acceptance, as if he was never angry to begin with. Perhaps it was what made him such a good captain. Perhaps it was also why he needed Jenn with him, to pull him out of messes he got caught in. Either way, he was the captain, and Jenn knew that ultimately, he was the one she answered to... though not without occasionally interrogating him to make sure he was on the right track.<br/><br/>Before she could even say anything, the captain had wandered off to the pretty girl with the parasol. If they had a full crew, Jenn would be placing bets with everyone whether Xev would stick to his plan and not "touch the merchandise."<br/><br/>Jenn observed from her seat the people in the room. She had a keen eye for danger, and could predict where it might start, so she knew whether to avoid certain people, or determine when and how she would have to defend herself. In this case, she was looking for where she could<em>start</em>a ruckus that would spread. Being in close quarters with everyone made it easy for one thing to lead to another, Jenn knew. And drunkards who were losing a lot of their money to a game of cards was a good place to start.<br/><br/>Jenn walked past a couple of men, staring intently at their cards until she passed by. She turned to see one of them, the one wearing a hat, had his eyes glued to her legs and her rear end.She felt his gaze follow her as she walked towards the bar and sat down. She ordered ale to be brought to the table for the men, and for her. She turned again to see the one in the hat smiling at her, practically drooling.<em>What a fucking pig,</em>she thought. She smiled back and turned towards the bartender. "It'll be on his tab," she nodded her head in the direction of the card table, "Thanks hun."<br/><br/>She wandered back towards the two men, followed by a woman in a ragged dress with their drinks. The one in the hat was drunk off his ass; the other was beyond that point, where he was squinting his eyes and blinking them hard as he tried to see the cards directly in front of them. Jenn smiled, "You boys look like you could use some company. Care if I join you?" she took a seat next to the man in the hat without waiting for his answer. His smell was similar to Skyes', and his clothing appeared to have been worn for months on end.<br/><br/>"My pleasure, miss!" he responded. The expression he wore made Jenn wonder if he'd ever seen a woman before. He was missing some front teeth, probably due to drunken brawls he'd been in.<br/><br/>The man proceeded to explain to Jenn the rules of poker, which she dizzily pretended not to understand. Jenn sighed hopelessly, thinking of what she was about to do, and feeling disgusted at the men whose lives probably consisted of nothing but consuming alcohol and mindlessly gawking at women. She leaned over as he showed her his cards, his eyes wandering right where she had expected, to her cleavage and her breasts, the tops of which were pushing against the seam of her leather vest, making them look more plump and rounded. By this time, the inebriated man sitting across from her was also looking at her intently, through unfocused eyes.<br/><br/>Jenn placed her hand on the man's thigh while looking at the cards. She then moved her hand a little further up. He held her wrist and slid her hand to his groin. "It'll gimme good luck if ya rub it for me," he said in a low voice.<br/><br/>The drunkard across from her caught on. "How 'bout a little over here, babe!" he said in a voice a little too loud, his words dragging from his drunken tongue.<br/><br/>Two aces seemed to magically appear on the lap of the oblivious man next to her. "Hey, what are these here for?" Jenn asked innocently. She hoped the guy across from her was an angry drunk. The guy in the hat denied up and down that they were his, but the one across from her suddenly seemed to forget she was there. He tried to get up from his seat, stumbled backwards, knocking a patron to the floor behind him. He then staggered towards the guy in the hat next to Jenn. He raised a fist. Jenn jumped up and nonchalantly walked away as the two started fighting, knowing at least half the people there would eventually participate, and the rest would be watching.