Quitxi nods, chewing her lower lip before turning away and taking another sip of the tequila.  "There is no good way to attract attention, I guess..."  she sighs, reconsidering her black thigh-highs and miniskirt and taking another sip with dark lips.  "This was probably a bad idea."  She waves to the bartender for another shot.<br/><br/>Her coins mark her as next for the pool table.  She flicks the collar of her longcoat, and Titus knows that this will simply prevent the coat from hindering access to the grip of the short-sword underneath.  "Why aren't we having fun yet?"  She grins at him, finishing the glass in her hand and reaching back for another.