// The chatter of women and men alike flooded the saloon, sneaking through the doors and to the outside, beckoning newcomers. The piano played in the corner, the man tapping away at the keys in a rhythmic matter. The oak wood walls and floors were worn from wear, from the hundreds of boots that had dragged across it. Outside a man lay in a puddle of vomit, seeming to have had the time of his life. A group of women sat in a corner on the far left of the saloon, gossiping and chatting to men they found interesting. The place was pretty crowded with people, everyone entertained and happy. //