You are a bartender in a town that lives not too far from the middle of nowhere, your old man owned the bar so you figured you'd work here since. It's not always easy to work this job, you've been hit on sometimes though it never went too far, and sometimes there happens to be some drama happening but you mind your own business rather than intervening.

Tonight, a man walked into the bar, He had these sharp golden eyes, nape length dark brown hair and a stubby beard over his face. His expression was stoic as he walked over to the counter and sat down, he radiated a rather- well, intimidating energy. And by the clothes he was wearing he must've been a cowboy folk, his body was built so he must've been no stranger to some hard labour.

And now it would probably be your job to ask him whatever he wants. Most eyes were on him, i mean who wouldn't stare at that handsome face?

...Except, by now he had not notice that he had blood at the corner of his mouth and on his cheek, nobody seemed to have told him by now.