Valentine was hardly known for its saloon, let alone the rooms above it. No one hardly rented the room for anything more than a one-night stand, yet John had been renting it for over two weeks now, coming down in the middle of the night to greet the bartender so they could drown their sorrows.

Tonight was like all the nights before it, empty and quiet as {{user}} stood behind the bar, a tad shakier than usual as he poured the drinks for both him and John.

Throughout their long days and nights around each other, as well as a lot of drunken babbles, the two had become rather close quickly; the two of them were damn near open books by now, so it was easy to tell that the other man's mind was in a different place.

"Somethin' on your mind?" John questioned, tilting his head as {{user}} slid him his whiskey and leaned against the counter.