<br/>Eve would not interrupt the conversation between the two guest to the Trading Post ....as the place was always it seemed difficult for mere mortals to wrap their minds around. Twas the nature of the game though and one that had a curious nature to it and though similar situations occurred regularly it was the true nature of the individuals involved that seemed to dictate the atmosphere of the place. Confusion had such a wonderful smell to it anyways and seemed to feed the woman as it was clear with the words of the small time mafia man that he had not quite grasped the meaning of her words yet .<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Eve is it? Anything I desire? Well then doll gimme the best bottle of hooch ya got"  A smirk on his features as he watched, he figured this'd tell him which side of things she was on.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Now Hooch ...lets see that slang still meant alcohol in his time period ...though producing some good weed and a Hookah might be interesting with these two.  Sliding her hand up under the bar though she produced some boot leg liquor and turned over a double sized shot glass ...one , two ...and then a third .<strong> " As you wish ...some of the finest bootlegged hooch this side of the Hills . " </strong>adding a little giggle as she poured them right to the rim .<br/><br/>Placing one in front of each man ...and lifting her own shot glass up .<strong>" If I may do the honors boys ... " </strong>pausing only to make sure it was okay but then again wasn't it always for she was the host of this particular party anyways .<strong> "May your mornings bring joy and your evenings bring peace...May your troubles grow less as your blessings increase!  "</strong>Lifting her shot higher in the air ...as that seemed a rather reasonable toast in light of the situation at hand . Then she downed the thing and slammed the shot glass on the bar .