Tensleep smirks. "Dinna be fooled by mah accent, ah'm not drunk yet. An' ah've the money ta pay fer a some drinks an' a bath ifn' ya'll've got the hot water fer it.
She saunters back out to the boardwalk, and bats a decent portion of the dust from her clothes. Slapping her hat over the hitching rail several times, she sends dust clouds drifting down the street. After releasing enough dirt to run cattle on into the wind, Tensleep comes back inside.
"Ya'll have to s'cuse meh. Slept in a hollow lass night, woke up in a sand dune this mornin'." Tensleep approaches the bar. "Ah reckon ah'm clean 'nuff now ta 'ave a few drinks. Then a bath, an' some sleep."
Tensleep fishes in her pockets, and places a 20 dollar gold mexican double eagle on the bartop. "That oughta cover mah stay, mah drinks, th' bath an, well, purty much everythin'." She grins at the barman, as he bites the coin experimentally, and then nods approvingly. "Tha's good," remarks Tensleep, "'cuz it's my last one, too."
After recieveing a picher of ice water, a bottle of reasonably potent rum, and a shotglass, Tensleep retires to an unoccupied table near the door. Pouring herself a glass of ice water, she begins sipping it.
After finishing half the pitcher, she pours and downs a shot of rum, then wanders upstairs to her room to sleep, forgetting for the most part about her intent to take a bath. She does, however, have the presence of mind to take the bottle of rum with her. She slams the door to her room behind her.