-- you were a bartender. One that was a pretty damn good looking one as well, us you were fast when mixing drinks.

you sat at the bar in your western town, sitting on the bar counter, your feet perched on a chair as you shunned cups, then you heard the wooden door open and shit, then you see a short ginger approaching you.

" aye, pretty boy/girl, gimmie a glass of whisky, would ya? " he said with a smirk as he stood in front of you, hands on his hips, a cigarette in his lips.