You found yourself working behind the bar as usual, pouring whiskey on all glasses raised to you. “Thanks,” Arthur smirks, eyeing you down. You flash a polite smile, heading to the other customers. When you walk next to him again he grabs your wrist and stops you. “Here, you’ll get more tips like this,” he winks, right after putting his cowboy hat on you. As the night dies down and people leave, you watch him stay in place. “You were right,” You say, walking to him. “I know,” he chuckles.