Skuld got her share of attention as well, but in an entirely different way.  One of the girls, who had been pining for Layla only to realize that she'd apparently made her decision, winked at Skuld the moment she glanced over her way.  Maybe she didn't realize that Skuld was a woman, but it seemed a little more interested that she did, and was intrigued, her fishnet stockings parting slightly before crossing over one another.<br/><br/>The bartender poured up a drink for Skuld almost entirely on motor reflex, bourbon on the rocks, setting it out for her without taking his eyes from Layla.  As the name Graybeard came up, however, Skuld would recognize the shiver of one particular young man dressed more casually, who almost looked out of place for being only marginally butch and intimidating when compared to the others.<br/><br/>"Ah, you know pirates," the bartender explained nonchalantly, playing off the matter as nonchalantly as he could manage.  "They're never in port, so once they come in, they have months of sexual frustration to slate out on our ladies.  Some girls are even on speeddial for when they come in, knowing that they can make weeks of money in a single night, even if they won't walk afterwards."  He shakes his head.  "No, from what I heard, Graybeard doesn't have the equipment any longer, not after the cannonball incident that took his leg."  A slow grin took over his features.  "Though I've heard that he's added a vibrating mechanism to his peg leg just for that purpose."