Archie leaned close to the sheriff and spoke, "I don't think quaint is the right word to describe this place.." He let his eyes roam around. A drunk man was being pulled by the wrist up a flight of stairs, entranced by the bottom of a fair employee and in the corner of the saloon it appeared as if two groups were wagering on a rat fight, "I think I'd say it's lively."

As he finished his sentence, the patron of the saloon swaggered over to him and he gave her an over exaggerated slowly drag over her, before stopping at her face and giving her a cheeky smile. "Rum, my darling." he said, patting the thick wad of money that bulged in the front of his coat, "[i]with Ice.[/i]" He knew there was some, there always was some but most people were hesitant to hand over there precious frozen water but with the amount in his pocket, he knew he could afford to cool down for once.

"Please tell me you're playing 'Go Fish' I do adore a spot of go fish," he turned his head to the man with the cards and gave him a nod, "so is it 'Go Fish?'" he asked.