When they received their drinks Ryan placed a couple of coins on the bar.

[i]He called me a gentleman, [b]a gentleman![/b][/i] Arman sniggered silently to Ryan, [i]Oh that’s a good one, you’re a gentleman, you![/i] That was too funny, [i]them gentlemen? Oh,[/i] and she collapsed into silent laughter again, with Ryan gently thwacking her ear, to get her to stop. Pulling herself together, Arman stopped laughing and instead watched the scene further along the bar play out in front of her. Good material for a story if ever there was some. The wild girl, with very little clothes, was interesting for a start, and the person who had called out to her, Arman had long since given up trying to decide on a gender, was certainly quite a piece. The boy who offered the cloak like thing was also worth mentioning. Basically, Arman found the whole situation interesting. She took a swig of her milk, gulping it down. For now she was content to watch. But later, maybe, she might, [i]might[/i], jump in.