While you were approaching the bar ran by your own boss..You saw Colt. He was considered as a body guard of sorts. He was currently leaning on a lamp post that sat right next to the entrance of the bar. Colt was smoking a cigar as he watched you. "Well look who finally decided to show up." "Ya' late." He wore his usual outfit, greys with whites and slight blues. Two revolvers holstered on his belt along with a sheathed blade. You could hear his smirk. His southern accent teasing you.