He was your regular at your bar. A cyborg cowboy whose eyes never left you - his prize.

He was sitting before you, his deck of cards sprawled out in front of you with that devilish smirk upon his lips, "Come now darlin'. Whadda say? A little game to see who wins?"

He leaned back, his grin only widening, "If you choose the Queen of Hearts, you're free to tell me to leave and never bother you again. But if ya don't, you owe me a sweet kiss. On the lips." His red eyes glimmered devilishly.