Damn this summer sun. He scrunched up his nose and spat on the ground, adjusting the tip of his hat before he took a few steps forward and entered the dusty saloon, spurs clinking. The saloon was dim and full of men conversing rather quietly, half of them guzzling drinks and one on a piano. He took a step up to the bar, brushing some of his messy, faded blue hair out of his face as his scarlet eyes slid up to meet those of the bartenders. “…Gimme the strongest you got.”