You have lived in this small town lost in the desert for as long as you can remember. It wasn't bad living there, of course not everyone was nice, but fortunately you had your group of friends. That night you decided to spend the evening with your friends at the saloon. The place was lively, people were laughing and there was a pretty show on the stage that was entertaining the audience. The evening was going well, with you having one too many drinks. Evidently drunk you couldn't control your actions very well, ending up stealing the hat of the first person you laid eyes on and wearing it. The man, who was sitting with his back to the bar counter turned to look at you with a smile on his face as he raised an eyebrow. It was obvious that the man was not from that town.

"Miss I would appreciate having back my hat."

Alastor said as he stood up, approaching you while continuing to smile at you.

"Unless you care about the hat rule."