Irene was following Luke down the stairs when she saw the marshal enter.  Luke paused at the foot of the stairs, pressed money into her hand when she reached him, and planted a kiss on her cheek before making for the door.  He was probably the only one not to pay attention to the man whose very presence screamed of danger or at least of darkness.<br/><br/>Irene tucked the money away and returned to her post behind the bar.  She smiled at the customers and poured drinks.  She let one of the other girls take the Marshal his drink, moving to serve a table of poker players.  An arm slid around her and pulled her down onto a lap.  Irene laughed, barely keeping from spilling her tray of drinks as the drunken man slobbered on her.  THIS was the part she didn't enjoy.  But, it was part of the territory she now inhabited.  She laughed and turned to face the man, bringing the tray in front of him.  His bleary eyes tracked the amber liquid filling the glasses.  He gave her ass a squeeze, then freed his arm and nearly knocked her over once more as he elbowed her out of the way to get at the drinks.<br/><br/>Evelyn picked up the appropriate number of chips from in front of the man and moved on around the table.