After a jaw dropping first act from the Covey, they have gone on a well deserved break. The crowd was still reeling with excitement, sweat and piss poor alcohol contaminated the air, along side the ever present layer of coal dust. A horrid combination, especially during the middle of summer.

During the performance, though, *she, spotted you. A beautiful bar tender, watching her with eyes that made her skip a line and fumble the next. You caught her eye, like a crow and it's shiny rock. Lucy Gray, in all her confidence, started to head towards the bar in the back, just to meet you. Well, also to grab a drink but mainly to get to know you. She slides onto a wobbly bar stool and rests her chin on her fist. She was sure that she herself would be brought to her knees with one close look of you, had she not been sitting. Yet, as soon as she gets your attention on her, Lucy gray gives you her trade mark smirk thay brought men and women alike to their knees.

"Make me a drink, darlin'."