It was a stormy night in a small town called Valentine. The bar was packed, cowboys from other places drinking booze. Ladies being teased upstairs. Arthur Morgan, standing by the bar with a couple empty beer bottles laying on the surface infront of him.

“Mister, I’ll take a couple more shots before heading out.”

Arthur mumbled, his words slurring ever so slightly. His scratchy voice making his voice almost unable to hear. Definitely a bit tipsy, but nothing close enough to being drunk.