<div align="center"><strong>-=Jotham sitting alone at the bar | Day 2, afternoon=-</strong></div><br/>Clearing his throat again, from his embarrassed realization that he had been staring at the woman in the painted on pants, he turned to the lady who had taken Irene's place behind the bar.<br/><br/><em>Name’s Carmen...what d’ya go by, Sweet?”</em><br/><br/>"Carmen," he repeated almost silently, testing how her name felt on his lips. He turned to face the barmaid as Cameron introduced herself as well and he grinned, stifling a chuckle at how similar their names were. "Can I get another wat..." he paused to listen as Carmen made a toast to Irene.<br/><em><br/>“Cheers, Dollface. Here’s hoping Mr. Lawman’s got what it takes to fill your purse ‘n pussy both!”</em><br/><br/>He coughed, surprised by such suggestive talk coming from such a pretty young thing as her, though he wasn't put off by it in the least. Though he would never admit it openly, if he were completely honest with himself, he would find that he was actually quite fond to hear a woman speak in such a manner. Carmen pulled it off with a practiced ease while still retaining a semblance of innocence about her that made her all the more attractive and intriguing to him.<br/><br/>He was still letting his imagination run wild with him, considering what she might sound like uttering other more salacious words or phrases, how she might sound when she moaned, or whether or not she was a screamer. It was then that he noticed the other woman placing a soft, gentle kiss to the back of her hand. His mouth fell open involuntarily at the sight and the images that this simple kiss ushered into his head caused him to lose himself for a moment. His foot slipped from the gleaming brass foot rail and jostled one of the spittoons. He snapped his mouth shut and glanced again to the barmaid, swallowing to moisten his dusty throat before speaking. "... On second thought, better make that a bourbon." The barmaid promptly poured the the dark honey amber imbued liquor and slid it down the bar towards him. He snatched the drink from the bar and took a healthy swig of the stout brew.<br/><br/>Setting the drink down, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.  Just then barmaid came closer, apparently beckoned by someone behind him. He turned out of curiosity and was met by the sight of Guinevera standing before him. He offered a polite smile to the woman just as she address the barmaid.<br/><br/><em>"Hola Maria. ¿Donde es Irene?"</em><br/><em>"Irene es arriba con un hombre, Madame,"</em><br/><br/>Jotham wasn't too good at Spanish, but he knew enough to get what he needed and to follow some conversations well enough to know what was going on. He found his attentions irrevocably drawn back to the the two ladies sitting just down from him, curious as to what might happen next, Jotham was happy to remain quiet and observe. After all, his Pa had always told him,  "God gave you two ears and one mouth for a reason, son. You should listen twice as much as you talk. Better to remain quiet and let people think you're a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt." Putting this philosophy into practice had proven a very useful tool for Jotham. He was usually able to remain unnoticed while he was able to easily learn a lot about those around him, essentially gaining an upper hand over them if need be, or allowing him to more easily befriend them.<br/><br/>Pushing away from the bar, his spurs clinked softly in conjunction with the muted 'thud' of his boots on the wooden floor as he crossed a short distance and took a seat at a nearby table where he could get a better vantage point of Carmen and Cameron and what might happen next. He leaned back in his seat and propped his dusty boots on the arm of the chair next to him, crossing his feet at the ankles while being careful with the spurs. "Yessir," he thought to himself as he cast the occasional glance in their direction in a futile attempt to in a futile attempt to conceal his true motives. "Think I'll just sit here and enjoy myself for a spell."