It wasn't even about weights and measures. It was the principle of the whole thing. You don't rob another thief, get caught, and think everything would be criss-cross applesauce because you offered to right the wrongs. She didn't know just how lucky she was! If any other Mountain Cat caught her, she'd be splayed all over that alley wall, made a proper example of.
Hrmm, maybe Crowe would still kill her. Tomorrow, after all, was a whole new day. For now, he'd get a drink out of her and a room! Because....principles.
He ordered a rum just like her and by the time he even wrapped his hand around the mug's handle hers was already slamming down on the counter, completely empty. He stared at her, eyes wide and he grunted, a little irritated. She was trying to show him up, huh? What the hell for? Because he leveled out her gold.
Crowe drank his rum too, taking his time a little more than she did, but he didn't drop the mug down onto the counter until it was completely empty and he gestured to the bartender. "Another please. This is good stuff," he said with a grin and another rum was slid across the way toward him.
"I'm no gentleman, and you're not a lady. I'll pay for ONE bath. Mine, and you can use it when I'm done. It'll be a lot cleaner than yours that's for sure." He drank his rum a little slower this time, long thoughtful swigs though and kept a surreptitious eye on her mug. "So, how long you been in the business, Stripes? You're fast, I'll give you that. But your tricks are stale, much like your breath."