Charlotte watched with reserved curiosity the man who had, until then, been playing with his deck of cards by himself. However, he soon offered to play a round with the others around him; Charlotte had to assume the invitation wasn't extended to her. What did women know about poker? Well, this woman certainly knew how to gamble, but she had come to the Sandy Rose to partake in only sin at a time: drinking. She grabbed the drink that had been placed in front of her and took a slow sip from it, enjoying the soft sting it produced while going down her throat.

[i]I forgot how good the Devil's nectar tastes,[/i] Charlotte thought as she gazed at her glass with an amused smile.

It looked like more and more men were entering the saloon, most of them entering loudly and demanding a drink. One came by and introduced himself to the group, asking to watch. Charlotte nodded to him but kept quiet. Then, another man plopped himself down next to her and greeted her. Charlotte turned her head and saw it was the town's mortician, one of the less... er, salty folk living in Sand Flats.

"Well, a good evening to you, Mr. Hersker," Charlotte replied politely. "I didn't know so many of the townsfolk and so many strangers frequented this place. It's..." She stopped and looked around her. "Quaint." Lady Rose certainly did have a lot of customers and the saloon itself looked to be kept in good shape, but as sheriff, Charlotte wondered how comfortable Lady Rose was with having all these brusque-looking strange men wandering around. But she supposed business was business, and Lady Rose didn't seem to mind it at all.