Wrynn had really thrown himself into his game and when he was losing he actually managed to crack a smile which made some of them uneasy. What kind of man smiled when losing? The other players where not cheating, they would not dare but they where left perplexed so much they became sloppy with their playing and the money continued to exchange hands again and again.<br/>"You boys keeping your noses clean?"<br/>He asked with a narrowed gaze upon them. His title of Marshall would not truly last forever, one day a real sense of law enforcement would arrive with actual papers and leave him out of a job. Would he give it up? That was to be determined. By the time a winner was declared most of the men where drunk enough not to care but out of the corner of his eye he caught the look from the madam when Irene had stormed out. Wrynn did not normally follow after the girls but he could send someone else to make sure everything was in order but before he could she had returned and Wrynn went back to his game which was finally concluding. He stood at last walking towards the bar as best he could before leaning on it. His walk had been straight but his world was spinning, waiting for one of the girls to approach him. The stern look on his eyes had  mellowed but it was there still, giving off the slightest hint that he was intoxicated.<br/>"I need a room."<br/>He requested, the Marshall would not be going to his home that night he was calling it an early night for himself and all he needed was someone escort him to a peaceful room and a comfortable bed for the night.