Snippet #1962823

Viola glanced around the Saloon a bit more, seeing the occasional game that didn't quite appeal to her all that much. A particular game did catch her eye, however. A large man with rosy cheeks and a greasy chin seemed quite irritated. She smirked slightly as the  man in front of him said something that the man didn't seem to like. She recognized the bigger man, he ran the local butcher. 

The man opposite of him called the Lou over and decided gave the larger man a few shots. Lou returned behind the counter, his face not giving anything of what happened away. After the larger man finished he stood, grumbled something, and left the Saloon. Most likely getting back to the shop. As the winner stood, Viola somewhat recognized him. 

She had seen him around before, but thy never quite spoke. A smile played her lips as she glanced back to the counter. Her peripheral vision saw a blur of color move to the side of her. She moved her attention back to him as he said, "You don't need to cheat, when you're paying for your opponent's drinks." An amused breath escaped her lips as she looked at him. Her lips in a curved smile. "One doesn't need cheat at all, if the opponents' are moderate at playing." She commented back. 

She didn't know whether to challenge him to a game, or ask him to buy her a drink. Hell, perhaps she's purposely lose a game for him to buy her a drink. She had a feeling that he was very good at gambling. But, then again, he hadn't played her before. "How 'bout you play someone who know's what there doin?" She asked, moving her dull green eyes to meet his dark ones. This was going to be amusing.