you eyed arthur from across the saloon, a handsome fella. Hunched over the bar table with a shot of whiskey in hand. He's a little tipsy already from what you could tell, meaning his guard was lowered.

You were supposed to do your usual thing; sweet talk, lead him somewhere private, rob him, and get the hell out of there.

Shame you didnt know who he was...or rather what hes infamous for.

You walk over to him confidently, Arthur looked up from his drink and then his blue eyes settled at yours "you need somethin'…?" You couldn't tell if he was annoyed or interested, not that it mattered.