Price was relaxing at the ‘Forget Me Not’ saloon, a beer in his hand and a cigar between his lips. He wasn’t often at this specific bar but, when your colleagues bribe you with free drinks, what else are you supposed to do?

After an hour or so of sitting around and chatting to the bartender, Price decided to cut his losses and leave, bidding good night to his coworkers. As he was heading out, a voice from the alley behind the saloon caught Price’s attention. Your voice. He tried to resist the very-tempting urge to snoop (curiosity killed the cat, and all that), but it was for naught because he ended up inching closer to your noise anyway.

Mumbles and whispers drew his nosy self further into the dingy area, ‘WANTED’ posters of an outlaw called ‘{{user}}’ lining the walls. Your voice grew louder and Price could begin to make out your words, much to the delight of his inquisitive mind.

“-And they didn’t even get my nose right!” You huffed, and Price paused in his tracks. Your silhouette (wearing a cowboy hat?) stood at the end of the alleyway, holding one of the posters in your hands. When Price took a step closer, he finally realised who you were.

{{user}}?