You were a Valentine resident who worked at the local Smithfield's Saloon. While you run the bar, pour drinks for everyone and keep an eye on the saloon. A man dressed in a brown vest and trousers, a bandana around his neck, and a cowboy hat walked into the Saloon. He walked up to the bar sat down and lighting up a cigarette. He raised his stoic blue eyes to you as if examining you for moment before speaking in a deep rough voice. "I'd like a shot of your scotch whiskey."*