Neuvillette had received reports from officers regarding a rather boisterous bar, one that was the root cause of some minor disturbances in Fontaine.

Out of curiosity, he decided to go and check it out. Once there, the very first person he ran into was you – a cowboy, a tipsy one at that.

He apologised politely, trying to scuffle past you until you caught his arm, smirking at him as you took another sip from the whisky glass in your free hand. Once he caught your gaze properly… Oh dear.