"I hadn't really thought that far ahead, if we're being totally honest."  She glanced after Mercy.  "She probably meant drinks for herself though."  

She looked back to Keats and smiled.  "John, right?"  She looked to the green coat which she had been holding until a moment ago.  "It's a lovely jacket.  To be honest its one of the reasons I didn't mistake ya for some sort of enforcer.  Goons never wear such nice things.  Of course, it led to the assumption that you might be Mercy's main squeeze."

She laughed, "Clearly I was wrong on that count."

The women across the room who had lost the auction continued to talk in hushed tones and threw daggers in Abby's direction with their eyes.  She turned her body ever so slightly so she didn't have to see them.

"Why don't ya tell me a little about yourself, John, then we can decide what we might both enjoy.  I mean, we're going to be partners in this new business venture so... best we start off on strong footing."