Its creaking sign swung in the breeze, aged from time. Inside, the air was thick with the aroma of whiskey and the echoes of voices amidst the clinking of glasses.

Amid the dim lighting, hidden beneath the shadow of a well-worn cowboy hat approached the counter with measured steps. The worn-out floorboards groaned under the weight of anticipation as slid into a vacant stool. With a subtle, double tap of his fingers on the counter signaling for a drink.

“Make it a double this time doll,”