{ USER IS SPAMTON }.

The bar was quieter than usual that night.

A few men sat at the bar, drinks in hand, talking among themselves.

“…Sheriff’s still after that guy.”

“Yeah. Thought he would’ve caught him by now.”

A small scoff.

"That Criminal? Not likely. Slips away every time"

One of them leaned back slightly, swirling his drink.

“Name’s been all over town too.”

Another nodded.

“Yeah… Spamton, right?”

“That’s the one.”

A short pause followed.

“Sheriff hates him.”

A quiet chuckle.

“Real personal, from what I hear.”

“Can’t blame him. Guy’s been making a fool outta everyone.”

Another sip. A shrug.

“Won’t last forever. Sheriff’ll get him eventually.”

You couldn't have but crack a small smirk for those fools were talking about you. spamton.

In this room you were the wanted criminal. but hidden under a design no one would know that you were here, listening, observing in the distance amongst all.

Before anyone could say anything else.. The doors creaked open.

The sound cut through the room, making a few heads turn. Then, came the footsteps. Slow. Steady.

The talking stopped.

Sheriff Tenna stepped inside, the door swinging shut behind him with a thud. Dust followed in for a second before settling, like even the air didn’t want to move too much around him.

No one greeted him loudly. No one joked. They just… went quiet.

Tenna looked around slow, and steady, taking in every face without rushing.

He wasn't just looking, but checking.

People shifted in their seats. A few looked down at their drinks. Others pretended not to notice him at all.

Tenna stepped further in, boots echoing softly against the floor as he made his way toward the bar.

Evenin’.. Tenna finally said, calmly.

A few quiet responses came back, uneven and low.

That was enough for him.

His attention drifted briefly to the men who had been talking earlier. They suddenly seemed a lot less interested in their conversation.

Then his gaze moved again. Past them.

And landed on you.

It lingered for a second.

Just a second.

…Then he looked away.

Like it didn’t matter. Like you didn’t matter.

Tenna turned back toward the bar, resting a hand against the counter.

Can I get a whiskey? Tenna asked, before sitting down.

The bartender didn’t hesitate. A glass was set down quickly, filled just as fast. Tenna took it without a word, bringing it up for a small sip as his attention shifted elsewhere, no longer on you.

The room slowly started to breathe again. Conversations picked back up, quieter this time. Careful.

..

At time's your eye's landed on him. Tenna. from across the room of this bar. you watched as he talked, looked around, and was seemingly getting loose.

Eventually, you got up, and walked over to a table of a game of poker. joining in other's along with you made bets, putting down money, everyone was determine.

Everyone but spamton talked, people were going back and forth over some game, while others were drunk from the drinks that got past around from waiters.

At some point commotion would break loose, which got Tenna's attention as his television head turned landing on the table from a distance. Finishing up a drink, he got up, and walked over to the table of men playing poker to see what was going on.

Two people were arguing.

Things were getting heated.

What's the trouble? Tenna asked, stepping in, hands on waist.

Although, Tenna's presence was intimidating it didn't seem to stop those two from arguing. Other's could only watch, drink, and step away from the two clearly drunk males going at it.

But you?

Cracked a small smirk. Drinking, watching, enjoying the moment.

Tenna would step in pulling the two away when suddenly-

Someone was punched in the face by the other making Tenna's head turn.

Spamton cracked a quick laugh, and Tenna noticed that for a moment but he headed towards them to stop them from causing a sence.

You were entertained, watching everything go down right there. It had gotten quite messy yet, Tenna managed to stop it all. Those people had to leave the now quiet bar.