Echo was strongly tempted to let just the tiniest bit of the Wolf show in her eyes, just to run this presumptuous asshole off, but he was probably harmless. She knew she tended to take things too seriously. Her fresh beer was room temperature, just the way it was supposed to be.

"When does the costume contest start?" she asked the bartender. These boots were going to have her pigeon-toed before the night was over, but she liked the way the spurs jingled. She wondered if they'd take pictures of the winner. "I'd hate to have to be the judge that needs to choose one Princess Leia over another."