As Dirty Dan enter Madison's bar After arriving at the Hub, he walked to the bar and asked for a Sarsaparilla. The bartender grunted and put one in front of him "12 caps" he said, hand still on the bottle. "Alright" counting out the caps, he placed them on the counter, not really caring, having just sold of his most recent haul of scavenged goods and buying up local raw materials, and netted a cool 743 caps. Taking the bottle from the bartender's hand, he walk to an isolated table against the wall of the bar. Sitting with his back to the wall, he drank his Sarsaparilla not bothering to hide his face, this was Hub. Scanning the room he looked for some more easy caps thumbing his deck in his breast pocket. The door opened and he looked at who came through; a slender dark-haired female stepped through. As the door closed, he caught view of a desert colored hound sitting beside the door on his haunches as she crossed the threshold, it nosed the gap as the door shut behind her. She walked to the bar , ordered a whisky and a glass. He scanned the room again, all the others looked like locals and regulars. This new woman seemed to be the only one who didn't belong. He pulled his cards from his pocket, and began to shuffle them. Looking back up at the woman, she was now nursing a half-full glass of whiskey she had poured herself. She scanned the room, her eyes meeting his, her eyes betrayed nothing, no distaste or hate.

"Need Something?" She asked loudly, downing the rest of her glass.
Dan indicated the cards in his hands, "Fancy a Game?"

[indent]Rina stared closely at her hand, clenching her jaw as the cards laid out on the table. She could nearly feel a drop of sweat bead down from her temple. Why was it so hot in here? How was this man so incredibly good at playing Caravan? Surely, he was the living definition of a swindler, if she'd ever seen one. And, it wasn't even like they'd gambled all of their caps! She'd make a thousand turning in that bounty, and she was fronting 5 grand more for this mission she was to embark on. Granted, she spent at least half of that on supplies. But, this game was only worth 200 caps. And yet, here she sat.. Sweating as if her precious Acosador himself were to be traded into slavery. She watched and waited, absolutely certain her poker face had washed off 5 glasses of whiskey ago. The bottle lie on its side; empty and cast aside. The man she'd come to know as "Dirty Dan" over the course of the game cheekily placed down a three, finalizing his last caravan and winning the match.

She let out a pent up breath, a groan mixing in with it lightly. "Damn. One more move and I would have had you!" Rina yelled out, slamming an open palm on the table and sliding her caps across the table to him. "What brings you to this damned bar anyway?"[/indent]

Leaving the caps on the table, Dan pointed at them "Why caps of course, and it seems you are part of the reason I'm here" sweeping them off the table, he quickly pocketed them. "Unless you'd like to play again, I think the opportunities for some easy caps have dried up around here "