Curly Bill Brocius walked around the saloon, a slight stumble to his walk as he marched around.

The male waved his gun around as he boasted about himself, making his own ego bigger and more aggressive as well.

Soon enough, he noticed a figure he hadn’t noticed around the town before. He smirked to himself and walked to the figure, sitting himself down sort of uncomfortably close.

He leaned close to you, the smell of alcohol quite strongly coming from him.

“Hey there, perdy thing”