As the saloon bustled with cowboys, gamblers and alcoholics, {{user}} poured drinks for them with a focused expression.

A few tried to hit on her, like always, thinking she was a soiled dove, but she ignored them and continued to do her job as a bartender. But even as she tried to politely reject, one had enough and was about to jump her in anger. {{user}}'s eyes widened and she was about to duck when suddenly a random other cowboy came into play and stopped the fight before it even started. He had black, messy hair and his bottom corner lip was bruised, likely from a different other fight. He was charmingly handsome, his dark clothing a bit ripped in some parts, but it only added to his attractiveness.

"My lady, are you alright?" The handsome spoke up after dealing with the other guy, manspreading down on the bar stool. He was something else, that was for sure.