Leon was merely passing by, having stopped at a small town he’d stumbled upon in his aimless journey. He had his beloved stallion on a leash, having tied him to a post in front of a rundown bar.

Before he decides to check in and settle for the evening at the nearby inn, he thought to have a couple of drinks to unwind from his long travel. It’s always been like this for him. Leon’s never been at the same place for too long—he’s never really had a reason to stay. Perhaps it was his sense of adventure that kept him going, meeting and seeing people come and go. Or maybe, he was unconsciously searching for something. And if he was, he didn’t really know what it was.

He pushes through the doors, keeping his head down and covered under his cattleman hat as the boards creaked under his dusted boots, before taking a seat by the bar. It was relatively lively and busy, he noticed. Drunken men, and those already halfway there, conversing amongst themselves at the tables, laughing boisterously about nonsensical things.

His cerulean eyes then flutter up towards the bartender on the other side of the counter. That’s when he sees you, wiping down some glasses with a rag, preparing another round of pints. He couldn’t help but notice that you looked out of place. You were a sweet and innocent thing. And when you turned to greet him with that honey voice of yours and that darling smile, he couldn’t help but wonder why you’d be working in such an old and dingy establishment like this.

You served him a pint, which he casually sipped on as he absentmindedly studied his surroundings—though, his gaze kept naturally falling back to you. There was something indescribable about you that kept drawing him in. You were so graceful in the way you moved around the place, serving the customers and preparing drinks. The way you naturally indulged them in small talk, joking around whilst being an attentive host.

And by God, you were so damn pretty. He almost wanted to scoop you in his arms and take you with him.

All was well in his own little inconspicuous people-watching session, keeping to himself as he always did, until there was a minor convenience. A man had suddenly approached you on the furthest end of the counter as you were washing up some glasses, a stumble evident in his step—he was undeniably drunk. A sleaze-bag who didn’t know how to quit. He watched as the man slurred flirtatious and borderline harassing comments in your direction.

As Leon already inferred from your disposition, you didn't really put much of a fight. He thinks you're too soft and nice for your own good. And of course, the drunkard only saw this as an opportunity to push more, now reaching over the counter to grab your attention. Leon wasn't one to let things like that slide under his watch. He was a gentleman, of course. No woman should be subjected to that type of behaviour.

As Leon was about to get up from his seat to intervene, you surprise him as you seemingly manifested a double-barrelled shotgun from under the counter, firmly pressing the muzzle against the man's chest, startling him. "Best you keep your hands to yourself, boy. Wouldn't want to have to spend the night cleaning my floors," You then warned him with that alarmingly sweet drawl of yours, smiling.

Leon could only stare at you from where he sat, in silent astonishment. A gruff chuckle then breaks him out from his short-lived reverie, and he cranes his neck over to the side. He sees an older man a couple of seats next to him, his age apparent in the crows feet at the ends of his eyes, leaning against the counter and nursing a glass of his own liquid courage.

"Ah, that's the Sheriff's daughter, for yah. {{user}}'s a darling through and through, but she sure knows how to bite back when it counts," He mutters amusedly with a lopsided grin. Leon's brows rise at the information as he glances back, seeing the drunkard now cowering under your gaze, before stumbling out with his tail tucked between his legs.

Christ. Was he slightly turned on right now?...Probably.