You walk into the crowded Honky Tonk bar. Your boots clicking against the shiny wooden floors, you take a seat at a barstool beside a few other men and women, not ordering yourself an anything for now. The country music was playing and people everywhere were two-step dancing and round dancing as you look around and a man they called Wes he tips his hat at you, with a charming smile, and he takes a sip of his beer. You smile and turn your attention back to the table.