At his mention of the losses, Quitxi's eyes turn down toward the bar and she seems to draw inward, but her face remains stoic.  She looks up at him, thinking about the feelings they both have to swallow every day, the nightmares that must plague him, too... she is a little relieved that he's been distracted... She catches the direction of his eyes, notes the girl watching him, and smirks.  "Hm.  She's a cutie, though..." she grins up at him.  "And I think that might just be the right kind of attention."  She picks up her third glass of tequila, sipping this one as she did her second... she may be the only person in the world to actually<em>sip</em>tequila.  "A couple more of these, and I'll introduce you."  She flashes a wicked wink and strides over to the pool table, dropping her coins into the slot-- as it's her turn to do so.  She uses her hip to drop the coins through the slider with a sexy 'bump', and her opponent-- a middle-aged half-elf with an eyepatch-- smirks appreciatively.<br/><br/>"Tell you what, tough guy--"  she has a playful gleam in her eye that Titus knows to mean trouble.  "I win this game, and you have to play me."  She sets the rack on the black felt and starts loading up the multicolored balls, her fingers easily long enough to grasp two in each hand every time.  "Then, if I win-- I get to introduce you to that green-eyed devil over there."  She winks, finishes racking with the 8 on top behind its empty slot, and snaps the rack into place with a 'clack' of the 8 falling into the rack, tight as a drum'.