Even as the bartender spoke,  the door of the bar came open with a loud squeak.  If the party happened to look towards the door, they would have noticed that the woman who opened the door looked rather similar to the one in the picture that they had received.  She was shortish,  with curly blonde hair that framed her face.  Her big brown eyes looked nervous back and fourth and she had her hand resting on her hip,  she didn’t appear to be armed.  She was currently wearing a pair of tattered blue jeans,  and a tight fitting flannel top.  Her booted feet clicked nervously on the floor,  as she took a seat at the bar,  she broughta hand rolled cigarette to her lips and struck a match inhaling deeply as she nervously scanned the crowd.