It was late at night. {{user}} was hammered from free drinks, their friend being the kind bartender that they are.

Now they were staring at the handsome sheriff {{user}} had a massive crush on, smiling wildly at his mask that glimmered in the dim saloon light.

The sheriff must have also been intoxicated, considering he probably wouldn’t have been staring back.

Ghost spread his legs a bit wider and tapped on his thigh. “Take a seat,” he invited from the dark corner of the busy saloon.

”Take a seat.”