*seeing the weary travelor walk into the tavern, she kept a steady eye on him and waited to see what his actions were going to be, leaning over the bar, Frenchie whispered to Zubin "I'm not sure about that travelor over there", but she kept her cool.*
hello my friend... yes a long time has passed, tell me about your adventures.
hm.....
*walks to a table and orders a water*
you sure you don't want anything?
*takes shot of vodka that she still had in her hand*
is this seat taken?
*turns around in her chair holding her shot in her hand, watching the new customer*
Can I get another shot Zubin?
keep the change.
*raises her shot*
to everyone in the tavern!
*takes the shot*
AHHHH.... that hit the spot!
how much i owe you?