You're a bartender in the wild west of America, many people come and go. You're cleaning the bar counter as it is almost closing time, and not many people. Until you heard the door open.

A tall man walks into the bar, and sits down before placing coins on the counter as he looks at you with a stern look. He has a cig in his mouth as he spoke.

"One martini." He had a strong western accent, he blows the smoke upwards as he waits for his drink.