<em>This kitty needs a nap...</em><br/><hr/>Pouring herself another shot, but not immediately downing the cactus water, Guinevera put a reassuring hand on Irene's hip, her arm like the support of a chair placed around the tables in the saloon. "Relax, baby. No need to go and waste the goods," she said, pointing out some spilled drink on the counter with her finger. She took her shot of tequila and lifted it towards the men seated on the bar, their eyes first on the glass and then on the heavenly features of Miss Starr. "I hope ya'll gentlemen have a fine and dandy time with Miss O'Rourke, here." After getting participants to raise their glasses with her own, she led the patrons in downing more of the bar's liquor. Guinevera set down her shot glass but also placed her other hand in the path of the another shot glass filled with some of the better whisky.<br/><br/>Guinevera gulped the whisky quickly and with no trouble and sent a cold stare towards Trinette. "I believe you need some water, Miss LeBlanc," she told her. "And get off the stool. Those are for customers only." Trinette-Marie LeBlanc was the newest and the most ruthless harlot of the upper floor. When customers were up for a rough time with a girl, they were sent towards Trin's way. She was so new, that not even the Madame of the Saguaro Saloon knew her ordeal or at least knew where she came from. Everyone besides Miss Starr could not tolerate her tenacity and mostly avoided her when they saw her. This was why Madame Starr was revered by even the local of Oasis. Guinevera could tolerate her even if Trinette was drunk and violent. When she threatened Guinevera, she didn't even flinch. "And why don't you take a day off today. You look like you need some sleep. And no more of the expensive whisky ... not until tomorrow. Gentlemen pay for that."<br/><br/>In her mind, Guinevera thought it was cruel that she was scold one of her staff in front of a dozen or more customers, but it had to be done.