<em>Thank the Saguaro...</em><br/><hr/>Guinevera watched the whole scene of Trin knocking the stool over and giving the men in the room a good look of her bosom as well as her backside. Her face showed no expression, which was a complete contrast with the mood of the room. Most of the men who were awoken by the loud crash on the hardwood floor turned and got up from their seats to see the free view. Guinevera stood, arms folded across her chest, her lifted breasts sitting on her forearm. Her eyes were like those of hawk, watching for any ruffian who wanted a free touch in her quick glances. Hidden underneath her saguaro-flower-colored lace skirt was her twin high powered pistols with pearl grips, a gift for her recent birthday from the Marshal himself. She wasn't afraid to send a bullet or two in a man's arm and send him to the doctor. But she wasn't too keen in using her guns today. With a rough girl like Trin, who Guinevera assumed had a rough history, she knew any man who got a free touch who be feeling a much harder blow to his nose.<br/><br/>Guinevera watched the girl with hair almost as white as snow walked off and back up the stairs, back to her room, which lay far from the others. The sole reason was that Trin could grow loud and her business kept her sleeping neighbors awake. Guinevera turned to Irene and asked, "Is the tea ready?" She could see the fireplace was already lit and had a exclusive pot of boiling water over the licking flames. Saguaro Tea was a prized commodity and was held in high regard amongst the women who lived and pass through the town. The endless supply of Saguaro Cacti around the town of Oasis could provide enough fruit for sun-baked ingredients for the tea made in the saloon for up to six months. Using a ladle, Guinevera poured the scalding liquid into a teapot with sun-dried saguaro fruit and dried strawberries already inside. The liquid would draw the nutrients and flavor of the fruits and the heat would dissolve them into the water. Placing the teapot on a tray, she retrieved a cleaned shot glass and a tea cup and put on the tray as well. Taking the same bottle of whisky that Irene had poured for Trin in one hand, Guinevera carried the tray in the other.<br/><br/>She walked up the stairs and went straight to Trin's room. Placing the bottle of whisky on a table nearby, she used her free hand to open the door. Retrieving the whisky from the table, Miss Starr entered the room.<br/><br/>---> to Trinette-Marie LeBlanc's room