" Don't try to blame it on the wine, Denise. The wine may have loosened you up a bit, given you the courage to take off your clothes, but no amount of...wine will cause you to do something like this!" I don't know what to say." What can you say?" That I'm so sorry. That I really and truly had no idea what was going on."He shook his head in disbelief."You should be! I just can't believe you'd pose like this -- for only fifteen thousand."Her head snapped up in anger."So now we get to the it! You. "Internet? Actor? You don't look familiar," the rosy-cheeked man said, squintingat Richie, slurring his words slightly. "Inheritance?' "What are you talking about?" The man grabbed the plastic card hanging around his neck and waved it. "Costme a hunnerd grand just to get a red package," the man said defiantly. "Gold'sa quarter mil. How much it cost for a platinum?" "I don't know. It was a gift," Richie told him honestly. The man blew a raspberry through juicy lips, clearly not believing him,. "N-no offense meant. I-I'm a respectable businessman and I couldn't take a chance on selling ale to a child. N-not that you're a child. Indeed, I now see that you're clearly an adult. But the locals here would have my head, so to speak, if I were to allow a child to drink ale."You nod in acceptance of his words and carefully withdraw your weapon. You keep your eyes on the man as you slide the sword back into its sheath. He remains still until your hands are, once again, on the bar. He starts to. She had not yet learned what Melinda had discovered about the counselor and was anxious to find out."Hey, um, excuse me?"Cassie flinched and spun around, eyes wide.She received an impish smirk in return. "Hey, sorry to scare you. Think maybe you need to chill a bit, huh?" Sorry, I just didn't see you there..." Cassie said. Her voice trailed off as she stared.The girl wrinkled her nose and swept curly blond locks out of her eyes with a toss of her head. "What's with all the staring? Jeez, you're.