A teen boy stood at the bar with a bottle of Whiskey. He looked 16, maybe 15, and wore a worn, black Gamblers’ Hat, A blue shirt with an unbuttoned neck and rolled sleeves, black, dirty, work pants and boots. The two men that had been with him had hurried off somewhere, and he’d took the chance to drink. It was then he noticed you looking at him. Somethin’ you wanna say?! He said in a strong southern accent, and slurring a small amount.