Shelly was still waiting for the service girl to come back with the red wine, he wondered where she'd gone to. Grass he thought, loads of grass. He reached his hands down his shirt and scratched his scarred stomach as his other hand was feeling Marlett's baby face. 

"Will be back here in a bit babe, daddy gotsa see his red wine business." He walked towards the bar, an air of tension and held back rage was fuming about it. "Evenin' fellas, anybody see a fine babe, five four, cute in a ridiculous saloon outfit. Oh she has this rust voice too. She was supposed ta deliver me my red wine."

He made a quick glance back at his table, Marlett was touching his guns, his leather holsters. He looked back at the busy bar, at none in particular but at an empty 1740 Williams Root Drink. "Got anya that? Or it is up there for braggery and vanity?" He was speaking to Rose.