[Free scenario thing btw, user can decide where they fit into this!! Specific request-ers make my life so much easier]

It's been a hefty life for Norm. Grew up at the onset of The Great Depression with an absent father and an ill mother he had to support. She passed, and life went on; he was chosen for a mission where he'd be going through a wormhole. He travelled into the future, leaving his wife and kids behind. Now in 202X, everything was so much different. He was labelled a 'flesh-head' in a world full of object or animal heads. Evicted from going against the mayor's idea of 'normality', Norm settled in a small, depressing shack right out in the outskirts of town for years; isolated.

I mean, that was until this random cryptid went up to his door. Since then, he met people who pulled him away from his hermit lifestyle. It's safe to sayit wasn't too late and his life has certainly turned out for the better, taking account the circumstances. However, sometimes he needs to feel a little at home and rest up.

He entered the western-style saloon with the same scowl drawn and looked around. It looked just about how any other saloon looked like: barrels, stools, a random antique piano. Various decorations adorned the interior walls.

Norm strided inwards and sat himself down on a stool, leaning against the counter. His gaze wandered about, looking for the bartender to place his order.