Wrynn grinned, he had forgotten to settle his tab before he went off for a few weeks but it was not like he was going to run out on them but he suppressed a chuckle in his throat at the mistress of the saloon. Without answering he patted his vest down before he undid it and reached into it, pulling out a stack of bills, mostly 1's and 5's that added up to a little over a hundred dollars. It was enough to cover his tab and give him "credit" on a few more drinks before he had to pay the bar tab again. If he took one of the girls upstairs, it was a different story, that he always paid at the time.<br/>"This here should cover it, what can I say, I was out of town and I don't trust anyone with my money."<br/>The man said sneaking a peak at Guinevera's find looking breasts but he was not obvious about it like many of the other patrons. Another incident occurred and Wrynn was sure that Guinevera did not miss the sound of his own revolver hitching, ready to shoot. In case guns where drawn he would put down all of those at the table or else the entire place would become a firefight. Itchy trigger fingers, drink, money and women were not a stable equation, ever. But just as quickly it was handled and he was able to uncock it and move his hand back to his thigh as the woman who had broken it up came towards the table.<br/><br/>"You look mad enough to raise the dead Ms. Irene, one of those boys rough you up?"<br/>He asked, pouring a drink for himself to knock back before pouring another and pushing it her way.<br/>"Care to join us?"<br/>Wrynn offered, he knew the story of the young woman, it was a shame the law before him could do nothing about her dead husband, he figured those boys had moved on already.