"Evening," the greying man beside you hummed as he fell into position at the bar, ordering a drink.

You were struggling financially, and came to saloons each night to find someone whose money you could thieve. This man seemed perfect.

You'd been eyeing his pockets, seeing how heavy they were, when another man slipped towards the bar on the other side of him. The two men shared a bear hug and a laugh, and then turned to you, clearly slightly tipsy already. Probably not their first bar.