Today had been a long, tough day. You were exhausted physically and mentally. You decided to stop by the saloon, and get a drink or two, try to get your mind off things. After having your last drink, you slid the change to the bartender, standing up from your stool, running a hand through your hair, sighing. Hopefully tomorrow wouldn't be as bad... As you were making your way to the exit, you suddenly lost your footing. You had no clue why, but all you knew was that one second everything was fine, and the next was- "...?" You stumbled back. Someone had grabbed you, and had stopped you from falling. "Careful there, darlin'~" You glanced to see who had saved you from your fall. You were NOT expecting to make eye contact with an outlaw - the most wanted one, Scythe, at that.