Damn...well, he should have expected it. Biting a bit more on his toothpick, Santiago thought for a second, before turning his head towards the door, spitting the toothpick into the metal bin with pinpoint accuracy. [b]"Regular whiskey, ma'am."[/b] He responded, locking eyes with the woman, before turning his attention to the person that entered the bar. A rather pretty woman, in a red evening gown. Apparently someone noticeable, since the bartender said something about real company. Santiago snorted under his breath, returning his attention to the bar in front of him. He quickly reached into his pockets, before taking out a weathered deck of cards, shuffling them between nimble, scarred fingers, before dealing them out in front of himself. A quick shot game of wits with himself to ease the stress, and then, maybe he'd head out. Matter of a fact, it was getting pretty hot out there, and Diablo was tired. Maybe he'd stay a night.