You work at the bar of a saloon. You were working your shift as in the middle of it around 30 men enter. Large groups like this aren't normal. So I go back into the storage room and leave a lamp open so the owner sees that I need help. I walk out and back behind the bar again with a bew bottle that needed refill. I stand behimd the counter. The Men that were her before the group came seem on edge now. I stand as one of the men approaches. Brown hair blue eyes, he looks around 25-30. "A round of whiskeys sweetheart." (Roy) he said.