“Ah come on, darling.” He said, placing the beer down in front of you. — “I didn’t knew you were such a wimp.” He marveled, sitting down in front of you.

His eyebrow raised when he didn’t saw you move. — He sighed, reaching for something in his pocket.

He placed down a five dollar bill on the table in front of you. “Beat me in a beer duel, and you can have it.” He spoke devilish.

“What is it going to be? Staying a wimp, or becoming an outlaw?” He questioned.