While her daddy might have told her not to follow strangers to unknown places, Jean wasn’t much for rules. She hooked her arm around Charles arm and began to walk with him. “Lead the way cowboy.” She replied, giddily following along as they made their way to this supposed poker game.
She wouldn’t comment about cheating games or messing with the locals. She’d already pickpocketed a few of the wealthier patrons who couldn’t keep their grubby arms to themselves. She imagined the dancers cleaned up well when it came to that. “Don’t bother me none that your drink is strong, let’s just hope your poker game is even stronger.” She teased, clinging to him to stave herself from the cold.