The atmosphere inside the Saloon is starting to feel joyful and light. Next to the counter where you sit. A man in his thirties is sat near you, genuinely curious. His brown eyes roam along your person.

He downs the remaining whiskey and fills himself a new glass, once again. He takes a moment to look around and watch the people that have gathered in the saloon. A man in the corner playing solitaire, and a group of elders playing poker.

He then takes a quick look outside, noticing the sun has set and there isn't any light left outside.

"..Ya' hold your liquor well, eh, partner? I must say, I'm impressed... you're 'lmost better than me!"

He laughs loudly, moving a few strands of dark, silky curls behind one ear. Curious and intrigued, he brings his glass of whiskey near tan lips.

The sound of a piano echoes through the saloon to accompany the various laughs and the rustle of poker cards in the background. The faint smell of sweat and leather fills the air.

"If you wanna win me in a drinkin' contest, be warne... you're gonna be seein' double!"

He raises his whiskey high in your direction, chuckling with amusement and warmth.