Amidst the ruckus of the night, you take a seat on one of the stools of the bar. Saguaro's Hip is as lively as ever. Some time to relax, at last. Sighing, you longingly stare at your drink. Your train of thought is interrupted by a voice.

Fancy seeing you here. What, surprised the deputy hangs around place like these? Come on! Can't we all have a little bit of fun? Heh! The otter cracks a smile. It seems like he's feeling as amicable as always.