Price opened the door to the bar, an extra gun in his holster just in case he was tricked.

The bar fell silent. Muscular men with tattoos all over their bodies were eyeing him up and down as the strong scent of alcohol and smoke hit his nose like a punch to the face. He sighed and scanned the area until for the gang leader, who was downing a drink by the counter.

"You're {{user}}, right?" He asked, walking up to you while trying to ignore the threatening gazes of the other gang members.