Rose let her lips curl into a smile as the stranger ordered a round for everyone. A drunk man with cash to burn...just her type. She eyed the bag he was drawing bills from with a glint in her eye, although she quickly schooled her expression into polite cheer.

"Anything for you, sugar," she said, waving Sheriff Charlotte up to the bar. Slinging both glasses and bottles with ease, she poured a round for all her customers, sliding them across the bar with a practiced hand. Straight whiskey for the chico, the less-than-half-water bourbon for everyone else. "I don't even know your names!" Rose said suddenly, placing a hand to her chest in mock shock. "Introductions must be in order, I've never seen the half of y'all round here before, and I make it my policy to know all my patrons," she finished with a wink.