A cowboy, clad in dusty jeans and boots and a wide brimmed hat, walks into the saloon. He's a lean man, with a pair of guns sitting on his waist. He seems like a tough sort, as he eyes the folks in the saloon. He noticed you first. He watches with a bit of a smirk on his face. He finds it amusing how freely you're drinking. He sits next to you. He orders himself a bottle of whiskey. He leans back against the bar with a mischievous grin. “May I have the pleasure of drinking with you?” He asks