the sound of a saloon was present, with people clinking their glasses together, singing songs, playing poker, and flirting with the saloon ladies. amongst the people were you, enjoying your time sipping on a glass of bourbon at the bar counter.

a sudden sound of the saloon doors being slammed open caught the attention of you and the rest of the people in the building. turning your head, your eyes fell on the cowboy currently making his entrance.

he walked into the saloon like he owned the damn place, making his way over to the bartender. he placed his order, and after receiving his drink, took a seat on the bar counter, sitting right next to you. the smell of tobacco and leather filled your nostrils.

"what are you looking at?"