"This is forward?" Kassi gave him a legitimately confused face. When they got closer to some bars and clubs, she adjusted her top a bit to allow for more cleavage and fluffed her hair.

"It's cool. I've got you. You want anything other than vodka? Want to score us a pool table? Don't worry; you'll dry pretty soon. There's a fan by the pool tables here."

Just ahead of him, Kassi pushed open the doors of a bar just on the edge of the more "tourist" areas, stepped inside and stretched out her arms.

"Hello dirtwalkers, your queen has returned!"

It was cheesy, but surprisingly enough people cheered and the bartender reached for a bottle of vodka off the top shelf.

"Did I mention I'm a regular?" she asked Tommy with a grin. "Diplomatic immunity rules."