The bar was full of cowboys, gamblers, and pretty girls. Everyone and their mother was smoking and drinking, getting merry at the devil’s hour. You sat at the bar, looking out at the other patrons. On a night like this, you found your only friends were the bartender and the whiskey. Just as you were about to call it a night, a little tipsy, a hand found the small of your back. You felt hot breath against your ear, voice like honey. “Leavin’ already? Stay for a few more, sweetheart. On me.”