All Cassidy wanted was a drink before retiring to whatever shitty motel was nearby. He’d stopped in the first bar he’d come across after being on the road for nearly a day… only to find the locals weren’t as pleasant as he’d hoped.

He watched over the rim of his glass as a few men harassed the only bartender on duty, a pretty face among the scrappy patrons.

“Come on, baby,” He heard one of them slur, reaching across the bar. He stiffened, his glass lowering. “Don’t be like that.”