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Romi's eyes flickered to the door when it was thrown open and immediately she assumed the worst. Some rowdy sort looking to cause trouble in what was normally a decent place. One night. That was all she ever asked. One night without having to throw some violent lush on their ass. One night without having to break up a fight over a rigged game of liar's dice. One night where things were simple. She was in the wrong place with the wrong profession for that, but it was something to strive for at any rate. When the boisterous new arrival demanded a table be cleared, Romi had to consider a moment. Were there any house rules about table dancing? This wasn't exactly the kind of joint that serious dancers would normally choose to frequent. So long as there was payment, which there was with the call for another round, then Romi supposed there wasn't harm in it. And if there was, she was close by. 

It was only in this instance that Romi saw the downside to her job. By all accounts a show would've been a welcome change and distraction from the normal dealings, but rather than observe the dancing routine, she had to get another round prepared for sailors who were mystified. Romi had caught a glimpse as the dancer came in, recognizing the attire straight off. That was not common around here. Interesting. The bartender only managed a few cursosry glances as she went around the table exchanging empty glasses with full ones, and helping herself to the payment that marked a new round, careful to leave the tips that were meant for the current center of attention. Romi didn't know a waltz from a tango but from what she managed to see, the dancer was talented. 

Back behind the bar Romi went, wiping down the returned glasses with a wet rag and a dry cloth. It came as a surprise when the dancer sat down in front of the bar, the section typically reserved for those drinking alone. [color=7FFF00]"Wrong place if wine's what yer after, luv."[/color] Romi spoke to the dancer with the same coarse manner that she spoke to the rowdy pirates with, albeit with a softer intonation. She didn't want to scare or intimidate the poor lass. [color=7FFF00]"But yer a fan of red, then how's this strike a fancy?"[/color] 

Romi grabbed a clean glass and turned to a tapped barrel against the back wall. [color=7FFF00]"How much do ya know about wine? Maybe it flows like the sands of Alabasta where yer from but place like this? Wine's a fancy lad's drink and fancy lads don't come to places like this."[/color] Romi let the mention of Alabasta hang in the air. [color=7FFF00]"What I mean t'ask is: do you know what many wines use in their composition?"[/color] Romi turned to face the dancer while one hand patted the side of the barrel. [color=7FFF00]"Oak and oxidation. Ales aged in a certain barrel come with similar aromatic profiles."[/color]

Romi pulled on the tap and a frothy red liquid filled the mug. [color=7FFF00]"This here is a barrel aged sour ale with a savory twist. It is, in other words, a beer that tastes just like a red wine."[/color] Romi spun into a twirl suddenly and, mid-spin, slid the glass along the bartop, ending the spin just in time for her to place her palm down and catch the sliding glass; as she handed the red wine tasting ale to the dancer, she offered a friendly, grin. THe kind bartenders were known for. 

[color=7FFF00]"This one's on the house, luv. Consider it a gift for livening up the joint. But you look troubled and not the kind of trouble that's fixed with wine, women...men...or a fight. What's got ya down? One woman to another, is it romance woes? The guy ya came in with, ya need him roughed up a bit? No...I know that look."[/color] Romi peered directly at the dancer's face, the corners of her lips curving into a grin. [color=7FFF00]"You miss something. Someone. Maybe...homesickness? Love sickness? Sea sickness? Whatever it is, I've a cure for what ails ya...that is if  ya like ales, yeah."[/color][/center]

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