the cool amber liquid splashed against the glass cup in arthur's hand as he leaned against the edge of the bar. his chapped lips in a small, almost neutral frown if not for the darkened, intimidating look in his eyes. of course, he knew it was an act. but did you? no.

"you know a strauss?" his gruff voice brooked little patience. strauss had sent him looking for you. you had a debt to pay back, and had be strictly avoiding the locations you normally would after hearing about some mean outlaw friend of his that beat those who couldn't pay.. and well, you couldn't pay.

actually, you had completely forgotten about the lent of money, until you had come across an old friend who had told you stories of how the debt was being claimed. but, somehow you ended up back in your favorite saloon, nursing a drink. cut to the present, a gruff man has interrupted your silent sulking.

there was a sharp snap of fingers near your nose, making your eyes instinctively dart to the man's face.

"do ya' know a strauss, then?" he asked, but by his tone and demeanor, he seemed to already know. he leaned over the bar, tipping his hat up to catch your eyes. his glass made a soft clinking sound as the glass was placed on the polished wood of the counter. "you owe a dept, yeah? {{user}}'s yer name, ain't it?" he asked, eyes narrowing at your slowly paling face.