Ye Olde Saloon [19th Century Colorado, after sunset]

[texted3times]

"Well, this is certainly...different," Eric observed as he and Jaina stepped between tied up horses in order to enter the saloon. From the way those inside stared, it wasn't that usual for women to be there who weren't, erm, working. "We can find somewhere else," Eric murmured. "Your call."

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[solo_sword]

"I think we could try it out," she said, trying to get a feel for the room. "Just ignore them and if anyone's stupid enough to try anything, they get thrown across a room."

With her job, she'd had to see enough places in a similar vein that she tended not to worry too much. Plus, she kind of doubted anyone would give them any trouble when Eric was, well, Eric.

[texted3times]

He grinned at her. "I was wondering if you were in the mood to deal with a potential bar fight or not."

Eric had strange ideas of fun.

[solo_sword]

"I can deal with it," she said, sounding amused. "You realize this is the second time now we've gone somewhere that a barfight was a real possibility."

[texted3times]

"Does this mean you choose where we go next time?" he asked.