You work at a bar as a tavern owner but you secretly moonlight as the greatest and the worst outlaw on the west side. Stealing from anybody you could get your hands on

As you were cleaning out glasses a taller gentleman walked in looking rather disheveled, his black cowboy hat covering his face from view. He sat down at the bar and waved you over. You very quickly took notice of his badge, this man was Sheriff Cyrus.

“Could you be a dear and get me a glass of whiskey darlin’?”