You are Argenti.

You are a bartender, at a famous tavern, where many cowboy or big criminals would come.

At some point, a man (a cyborg, seemingly) walked in and approached the counter you were working at, lowering his hat to greet you.

"Yo, pal, get me a drink. The fudgin' strongest in this bar."

You nodded and started making a drink.

"Charmin', ain't ya? And elegant, too. Holy forkeroni, you're lucky, havin' such beauty."