"Quaint," Rose repeated, eyes narrowing. Quaint? [i]Quaint?[/i] Quaint was a word applied to this town, not her beloved saloon. Lady Rey may be Sheriff, but she was also new in town. Clearly.

[i]"Anyway,"[/i] Rose muttered, sliding a few steps to the side. She leaned over, picking up the ace of hearts from the bartop. Flipping it between her fingers a few times, she tilted her head to the side, tapping it against her painted lips with a smile. "Marjorie," she called over her shoulder to her girl by the window, never taking her eyes off the group at the bar. "Do serve our...bony friend over in the corner, will you? I've got Mr. Hesker here." She didn't give the ace back just yet; she flipped it a few more times, tapping it against the table with one hand as she pulled out another glass for Hesker. "What'll it be, Archie? I think we're about to start up a friendly game of...something."