<strong>Irene O'Rourke-Saloon, Day Two</strong><br/><br/>Irene didn't have long to wait for his response.  And, he was good.  She wasn't sure she liked the bit about fugitives. . .  Irene's intense eyes widened and she tossed her head back in a good laugh.<br/><br/>"We'll talk money when we make it to my room, Sam Markam."<br/><br/>Her gaze lifted to the slammed-open doors and she sighed.  Carmen's here...she thought.<br/><br/>"You break it you fix it, Moose," she called to the woman.  If a person could be further from a moose than<strong>Carmen</strong>, Irene wasn't sure they existed.  But, she did like to tease her for her look-at-me grand entrances.<br/><br/>She poured some papaya juice into a glass and slid it down the bar to<strong>Cameron.</strong><br/><br/>Then she pulled another beer for<strong>Sam</strong>, holding it out to him to take from her hand.<br/><br/>"And, we can start the clock whenever you like, Sam Markham; you're the customer and the customer is sometimes not wrong."  His comment about paying for her time made her smile.  Yes indeed, this was rounding up to be a fine, FINE day.  She winked slowly.