John pushed open the doors of the Blackwater saloon, walking over to the bar immediately. He ordered a beer and tossed a coin onto the counter.

Only once he'd gotten his drink, did he look to the person next to him. You. You looked... well, not... great. Leaning your elbows on the counter, face buried in your hands.

"Hey, excuse me...?" John called out.

As you looked up, his brows shot up. "{{user}}?"

You seemed so diffrent from the person he used to run with, but there was no mistaking it.