Smugglers, Rock and Roll and the rise of the PLF

[oZoneRanger]

Domingo looked her over. She had an odd aura about her. Her comment about the trader got him thinking. These days you couldn't be to careful about who you did business with.

"Sorry, didn't catch it...not my type of thing anyway..." Domingo took the glass in hand, since it was now paid for.

"Thanks for the drink." Killed a triple shot in one swallow.

"Don't take this wrong way lady, but around here first names are for relatives...and..you are cute and all..but I got some work to do."

He put the glass back down on the bar, turned and left her standing there. He moved into a better position to spec out his latest mark, and found a place in the corner with a sofa and table in front, and sat down.