Irene rubbed her fingers over her head, easing the hairs pulled by the clips used to hold the waves up.  She moved to gather a tray and a cloth.<br/><br/>"Sometimes, CAmeron, I get sick to death of me...memememe and mymymy.  There's a whole wide world and I hope I see more than this town.  But, I've got a job to do, for now.  Talking doesn't change the past, hon," she said, moving to the opening in the bar and moving out to clean tables, gathering bottles and give the boot to the drunks with too few coin to get a girl or a room.<br/><br/>The men usually teased Irene about her trousers and suspenders, but they were mute as she put of hostile vibes, wiping tables with verve.<br/><br/>She moved back to the bar, next to Cameron.  "I'm moody," she said.  No apology in her tone.  "You need a room, Cameron?  I think we've got a few empty."