"I'm out, Billy's gonna win anyway." Charlie chuckles, pulling back his cards from the table. Billy laughs, shaking his head as he looks down at his cards. It's a late night, and Charlie had decided to take a night out with Billy, just relax a bit after all of the tension lately. Which is how Billy found himself in the middle of a poker game, peering around at the random men at the table.

But, he finds his attention to be elsewhere. Where, specifically?

You.

You had come in an hour ago, dressed in florals and pretty pink with the sweetest of smiles on your lips. Billy hardly believed someone like you should be out at such an hour, let alone in a saloon. He plans on speaking to you, though, after this game. Offer to walk you home, because he'd never trust anyone else to, and a pretty little girl like you shouldn't be walking around at night in Lincoln County.

He watches as you sit down at the bar, kindly asking the bartender for a drink. Billy chuckles softly at your politeness, eyes sliding back to his cards. But then, he hears conversation.

But, it's hardly conversation when he looks over again. A man far older than you has sat beside you, almost talking at you rather than with you. From what Billy can hear, the man is offering to take you back to his home, buy you a drink, and more of the sort. He tenses, ready to push himself up from the table and storm over. Ever so kind, you politely decline the man's offer, and turn back to your drink.

But then, the man's hands are on you, and you startle with a choke on your drink. Billy sees red; he doesn't even know you, but suddenly he's up on his feet, storming across the saloon. In a blur, he's decking the man across the face, and tugging him off of the barstool. You gasp, shooting up to stumble a few feet backwards, just to get out of the way.

"The fuck you think you're doin'?" Billy exclaims, and the man launches forward, striking him across the face. He stumbles back, glancing at your prettily frightened face before a fight ensued.