[The pink hair was cute, but the water was adorable. Bridget was getting a little bored of sharping the boys in cards, even going so far as to play high-low when the words started slurring. Sadly, she didn't even have to cheat to come out of it with a good take. All it took was matching drink for drink and occasionally shifting so one of the hip-high slits in her skirt let them get a tiny show. It was too bad she'd arrived in her travel clothes. A loose black tunic and wide waist-cinch along with loose skirt and heeled riding boots... She didn't have the added weapon of showing a bit of cleavage when she leaned in to shuffle.

Oh well. She drifted away from the table full of flirty drunks before they noticed how much they'd lost and picked up another glass of alcoholic sewer water before joining Pink uninvited.]

You won't get any good info like this, kitten.