<strong>Irene O'Rourke, Keeping the Bar |</strong>Day Two<br/><hr/><br/>(http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m592/MistressofPen/Rachel/rachelmc.jpg)<br/><br/>Irene started off the morning with a little warmed brandy in milk.  The milk was about to turn, so she had a second glass to finish up the jug, drinking as she made a list of needed items from the liquor stores.  Dressed out-of-character in a filmy, pale chemise, so close to her own skin color that she almost seemed naked, Irene moved around the saloon.  She was, perhaps, more than a little drunk---or, more so than she generally allowed herself to be.  She sang sea shanties, old bar songs, and kept moving about the saloon but not accomplishing much.<br/><br/>She sat down at a table, her feet up on another vacant chair and motioned for one of the other girls to bring her coffee.<br/><br/>Planting an elbow on the edge of the table, Irene rested her cheek on her knuckles and closed her eyes for just a moment.