The Dark Era GPSL

Fletcher had become a regular face around her bar, staying upstairs - there was conversation about him having a room if he needed space, but the idea lasted as long as it took Fletcher to get his pants off. Not that she minds. She's actually finding she looks forward to sleeping against him, wake up warm and held. The sex is a large bonus. Today, it's sleeting outside. It's cold, sharp, and nearly painful to be outside. The roads were icy. It kept most everyone home, and Cora's was too expensive a place for those that wanted rot-gut, so it's an empty, quiet day.

The girls are upstairs, the occasional peal of laughter being heard as they entertain themselves with one another. Fletcher is downstairs with her, playing poker and betting coins behind the bar, drinking juniper-heavy gin. She's in the middle of deciding if she's going to call his raise when the door opens and the bell tinkles. A new one, finally replacing the old one that did nothing better than a dull thunk.

It's Drew and someone Cora hasn't seen before. She's small, but Cora can feel some kind of energy coming off her. Like calling like, but she didn't know that.

Drew gives both Cora and Fletcher a smile, then straddles a stool across from where she and Fletcher are set up. Cora isn't overly fond of Drew, but doesn't have personal problems with him. She offers them both a greeting smile, standing up from her stool. "What can I get you?"

Drew answers for himself. "Whiskey." He turns his eyes to the girl, and gives her a questioning look.