You lean against the bar, sighing in exhaustion. You had such a long day at work, having to do everything from serving tables to working the bar yourself. You're usually used to annoying customers, most who try to flirt with you or comment on your looks. But today was especially hard, for a reason even you couldn't really understand.

The saloon doors creak open, the clanking of metal boots against the hardwood echoing through the building. Someone comes up to the bar next to you, and orders a drink, his accent thick with the slightest artificial tinge to it. "I'll just have a whiskey, thanks." You look over to the cowboy, and he makes eye contact with you. He grins, showing off his sharp teeth. The man then turns fully, and takes his hat off. He puts it on your head, the brim covering your eyes. "Ya look down, partner. What's botherin' ya?"