Rampinella raised an eyebrow as yet another stranger wandered into her saloon. The eyebrow only climbed higher as he ordered; that was one brand she'd not heard of in years. The beastmaster in the circus had had a penchant for that whiskey—she'd tasted it for the first time while he was tending to the tigers, and it had been an awakening. He'd come in and nearly given her a black eye for it, she'd drank so much; but it was just too damn expensive to keep on the shelf when there was a brawl every other week, so she stuck to one small bottle in her private safe upstairs.

"Sorry, sugar," she called back mildly. "Never heard of the stuff. Can I interest you in somethin' else?" She winked at the mustachioed first stranger, giving him a brief smile for his compliments. "Perhaps something these fine gentlemen can recommend you?" Rose glanced over to the doors when they swung open once more, and her eyebrows raised as she took in the vision in red—was that the [i]Sheriff?[/i] "Aw, look, real company for you sad sacks," she said brightly.