Steven glares at Sunny for a second. "How was I suppose to know junker was actually going to try to sell me.............. well.... junk.? And the Corsairs....... well that deal sounded like a situation that I want to steer clear from."
He finally nods at Sunny in agreement. "You are probably right. maybe being in prison has made me stress out a little easier then I use too." Steven glances over at the bar maidens and the rest of the dancers... and then looks back towards Sunny. "Sunny, Do you think you can get your friend behind the bar to hook me up with one of these..... " he begins to smirk and raises an eyebrow " entertainers........ After spending a month in that cramped cell I feel I really need to be .................................... entertained...." Steven looks at his glass and notices that it has been filled. He raises his glass."This should take the edge off" Steven takes a drink and then starts to violently cough. " What the!!!! What in gods name is this stuff!!!?