<strong>Irene O'Rourke-Saloon-Bartender/whore | Day Two</strong><br/><br/>Irene's mood didn't sweeten with the arrival of the woman.  Not that she disliked Cameron, to the contrary, she found her a breath of fresh air.  Seeing Cameron just reminded Irene of her failure to act in a timely manner, thereby losing sight of the nameless man.  She worked up a smile and made her way down the bar, her headache pulsing with each step.<br/><br/>"'mornin', Cameron.  If you're looking for food, there's a kitchen that way," Irene leaned on the bar and pointed.  "If you're feeling like me, a hair o'the dog isn't working."  She smiled for real, now.  "Woof."