Another day, another dollar...or at least for today. Tyra had managed to hold down this job at the tavern for two weeks; she had a feeling that it wasn't going to last much longer. [i]Shut it with the negative thoughts,[/i] she told herself as she stepped out into the bar. She could barely stand a job that had half the town's drunk men staring at her all night, but beggars couldn't be choosers, and Tyra was by no means the latter. She remembered briefly when her biggest concern was planning her outfits every day. In a way she missed not having any responsibilities, but in the last few months she'd seen more than she'd seen in her whole life before then.
And now she was in a bar, serving drinks. But, hey, a girl had to earn some cash. She cast a wayward glance at the tavern's "bodyguard", whose name had escaped her, and wondered vaguely how drunk he'd need to get before he passed out where he sat. 
She nearly jumped out of her seat when an airship captain entered the tavern, and quickly tried to make it look like she was actually doing something useful. She glanced at the stranger out the corner of her eye; what adventure he looked like he'd had, and what Tyra wouldn't give to catch a ride in the skies. Only...she doubted that would provide her with a steady income...