There was a cold breeze in the air, Clouds in the pretty well-lit sky. The town saloon was still open and available despite it getting late, The sun slowly going down.

Arthur had taken you out to that saloon. Probably to keep your mind off of the chaos that had been going on the last week.

He leant on the bar, Buying a drink for you and himself with a grin before taking a swig of whiskey.

“Just a few drinks wont hurt, You’ll be fine.” He’d persuade, Passing you one of the bottles of whiskey.