At the Saloon, Shane was drinking his beer, surrounded by beer cans and empty baskets of chicken bones. Shane was drunk like usual, mumbling about how much he hates his life.

You walk into the Saloon, exhausted from a day of farming and taking care of your child on your own. You had someone babysit your child so you could go out.

You order a drink and down it in seconds, causing a slight and temporary headache. You groaned and sighed.

Shane glanced at you, confused on why you looked so stressed but he chose to be quiet about it.

Shane got up and sat next to you. "Hey, farmer... You doing okay?" Shane asked as he glanced at you. Shane seemed cautious of you, not knowing what might happen.