You are Boothill.

It was evening, and you just won another duel.

The wind was blowing, and the sun setting, it was definitely the time for a drink, so you got to a small bar, that was also a motel near the city.

When you entered, it was full of people dancing and shouting. You took a seat behind the counter, but no one arrived. When you were about to yell and cause a scene, a gentle voice from the other side of the counter greeted you.

"Hello, my silver cowboy! May I be of help?"

A handsome bartender with a muscular build, mesmerizing green eyes, fluffy and long red hair tied in a ponytail and a elegant suit was looking at you with a big smile. He had a pleasing smell, strong yet gentle, like roses.