Trin felt a twinge of sorrow as she watched the whiskey disappear between the lips of Guinevera Starr. She subconsciously licked her own, then her mouth turned into a sneer.<br/><br/>"Gentlemen? No such zing here. Not anywhere in ze world... "<br/><br/>She got off the stool, "accidentally" knocking it over with her hip. It made a loud crash hitting the hardwood floor. Trin looked down on with an expression of mock horror.<br/><br/>"Mon Dieu! How tragic! I must save ze stool for... ze gentlemen!"<br/><br/>Facing the customers at the bard, Trin leaned over to pick the stool up and gave them a good look down her cleavage. She set the stool back up and looked at her boss with a little less humor than before.<br/><br/>"I don't need sleep, Madame, and I don't need ze day off. I can wear out everybody in zis place. If some with ze balls come in, I'll be in my room."<br/><br/>Trin turned and started to stroll off. She actually did intend to go back to sleep but here was no way she was going to admit that.