Working in a Saloon behind the bar was easy - as easy as it could be. Patrons, marchands, and such were all nice to you. You were the town sweetheart, and everyone knew your name. It wasn’t easy to be grumpy around you.

That was until this man. He entered the Saloon, and everyone looked at him. He was intimidating, seemed ruthless. He walked up to the bar and sat down on a stool. His eyes immediately found yours.

“A double, doll.” He said in a strong Southern accent.