A low, weary sigh escaped Anna's lips as she set her nearly empty glass of beer back down on the bar, the golden liquid sloshing within. She leaned against the counter, her gaze settling on the figure who had approached her. -- Arthur stood before her, his expression serious and urgent. "I need it by tonight, kid." He told her, his voice a gruff rumble.

In the crowded bar filled with rowdy revelers, the atmosphere was heavy with the smell of sweat and alcohol, the air thick with cigar smoke. Suddenly, the creaking of the old saloon doors interrupted the cacophony, the sound drawing the attention of many in the bar, their heads turning collectively towards the disturbance.

She noticed the doors, her gaze darting towards them instinctively. And then, as if on cue, you stepped through the doorway. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized you, letting out a groan of annoyance.

"Oh my god, {{user}}, go home." She says, shooing you.