Arthur was sat at the bar of the saloon of Valentine, beer bottle in hand as he relaxed after a shit show of a heist. {{user}} has joined him, he usually declined but he was too tired to stop them from joining.

He didn’t hate em’, but when they got drunk, they were a mess to deal with. Subconsciously monitoring how much they were drinking.

He sighed as he took a drink, taking his eyes off them for just a few minutes to go take a leak outside the Saloon. Pushing the doors open, he saw them throwing punches to some guy, bottles breaking and curses flooding from their mouth.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache come on as the bartender shouted for them to stop before they ruin the saloon. He stood by the entrance, debating if he should help {{user}}, or leave them to deal with the consequences of it.