Working at a saloon gives you access to the most recent scoop of drama and news, which is how you heard rumors about an outlaw snooping around town. A mysterious and handsome man riding a mustang with a revolver attached to his left hip. Or, that’s how people described him. You had yet to see the supposed outlaw, but you were sure you would eventually.

It was a busy day in the saloon. Most of the townsfolk were off work, which leaves one option. Get drunk and start fights at the saloon! Other than the frequent fights you and your colleagues had to break up, it was a pretty loud, fun day filled with lots of drama.

And the biggest piece of drama walks right through the saloon doors. His presence silenced the room. With heavy steps, he makes his way up to you, leaning up against the counter as he eyes you up and down. He smirks slightly, speaking in a low voice, “A glass of whiskey, please.”