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[color=f7976a]Location: Armadillo  ||  Mentions: [@Gunther][@Berlin][@ONL][@Sad Ogo][@c3p-0h][/color][/center]

	Draven was the proverbial fly on the wall.  While the world around him moved, he remained mostly still, just watching and taking notes.  The whiskey he had ordered a while ago had barely been touched since he sat, but his hands clasped the glass anyway, raising it to his lips a few times, but barely letting any of the liquid touch his tongue.  He was working.  Draven never got drunk when he worked.  He'd have to play the part, though, in order to blend in.  When the commotion arose, he had simply dipped his head, letting his hat cover his face as if the gesture would aid in making him invisible.  He had no intention of intervening unless he was forced to be involved.  Luckily, the problem took care of itself.

	His eyes darted sideways, taking in the view of a short dark-haired woman as she offered money and drink to a table occupied by the the two that had been a part of that ruckus.  The fact that she was offering anything at no charge made it obvious what position she held within this place.  She would be someone worth knowing.  The duo also piqued his interest.  Draven had watched the Hispanic man used his wit while the other employed his brawn.  Neither one of them had flinched at the sight of a gun.  [color=f7976a][i]Perfect.[/i][/color]

	Just then, a young woman had burst into the room and vaunted over the bar, nearly dropping one of the liquor bottles.  A second later and her quick reaction paid off as she caught the whiskey and eventually put it back in its place.  He craned his neck around, looking over his own shoulder as this woman consoled another frailer girl at the end of the bar.

	"[color=f49ac2]Fifteen.[/color]"  The hairs on Draven's neck shot straight up at he felt the words tickle his ear.  Acting on pure adrenaline and instinct, he sent a punch flying toward the source of the sound.  Seven's hand flew up and slapped Draven's wrist, jeopardizing the trajectory.  She looked him straight in the eye as his fist whizzed passed her ear, missing it's mark.

	"[color=f7976a]Jesus, Seven! 'Da fuck did you come from?!  We're putting a goddamn bell on you, girl![/color]" he spat out, clearly upset with the start.  
	
	"[color=f49ac2]Not likely.  I was able to swipe about fifteen dollars from the townsfolk while I made my rounds out there.  The shops are closed, but the door locks ain't nothing.  I'm going to need you, though, if you want me to get anything bigger than what I can fit in my pockets.[/color]"  Draven looked at her, his mask of incredulousness still being worn as he tried to figure out how this little girl got the jump on him.

	"[color=f7976a]Just sit down, we'll deal with that later,[/color]" he said finally, his eyebrows furrowed.  She did as she was told, taking the seat across from him and propping her elbows on the table, letting her fingers intertwine around themselves as she took in the saloon's scenery.  Draven straightened his shirt a little before rolling his shoulders, trying to rid himself of the panic the girl had set off in him.  Once he had settled back down, he decided to fill her in.  "[color=f7976a]Your 4 o'clock.  The two fellas seem like tough enough customers.  Took care of a drunk ass earlier.  They didn't blink when the metal came out.[/color]"  Seven nodded, but hesitated to look for herself in an effort to avoid being obvious.  "[color=f7976a]The woman by them.  I'm guessing she runs the show 'round here.  Most of the rest of 'em haven't been too remarkable, though that one behind the counter pulled off an interesting lil' feat.[/color]"  Seven gave another nod, only this one was directed upward beckoning Draven to continue.  "[color=f7976a]She damn near threw herself over the bar and caught a bottle before it shattered.[/color]"

	"[color=f49ac2]Fast.[/color]"

	"[color=f7976a]Exactly.[/color]"

	"[color=f49ac2]How many whiskeys have you had?[/color]"  Draven squinted his eyes in response.  He wasn't sure if a she was about to accuse him of being drunk.

	"[color=f7976a]Just this one.  Why?[/color]"

	"[color=f49ac2]Not fast.  Can I have it?[/color]"  Draven's eyes continued to squint but now he couldn't help but cock his head to the side as confusion took hold of him.  "[color=f49ac2]I've never had one before.[/color]"  He thought about it for a moment, considering the ramifications, before ultimately surrendering to the request.  He shoved the half empty glass over to her.  Seven looked upon it but tried to hide whatever glee she felt.  Draven told her before to never broadcast her emotions, especially in mixed company.  She eagerly took a sip.

	The joy that she was hiding poorly suddenly vanished as her mouth and nose contorted.  She looked at Draven as if he had performed some horrendous betrayal.  The man looked right back with stern eyes, curious what the girl's next move would be.  She refused to swallow and you could see her eyes bouncing around, frantically looking for a solution to her problem.  Finally, she raised the glass back to her lips and spit the whiskey back in before sliding the glass to Draven once more.

	"[color=f49ac2]I see why you're taking your time with that.[/color]"  Draven allowed himself the briefest laugh as he picked it up and took another swig.  
	
	"[color=f7976a]So what do you think?[/color]" he asked, gesturing to the saloon in general.

	"[color=f49ac2]You missed one,[/color]" she responded curtly.  Draven looked around, but wasn't seeing what caught her attention.  "[color=f49ac2]He's at the bar. The shaved one.  He's got a wanted poster he's wagging around.[/color]"

	"[color=f7976a]Bounty Hunter,[/color]" Draven deduced, finally seeing the man for himself.

	"[color=f49ac2]Maybe.[/color]" Seven then stood up and started to walk toward the bar.

	"[color=f7976a]'Da fuck are you going?[/color]"

	"[color=f49ac2]I need something to wash the gross off my tongue.[/color]"  Draven rolled his eyes and let her take her leave.  In her white hat and beige jacket covered in patches of dust, she walked up to the bar right beside the man she was discussing and called out for a bartender.  "[color=f49ac2]Water...? Milk...? Do you have anything back there that doesn't taste like it came out the wrong end on an animal?[/color]"