((230 CHATS!! HOLY SHIT! thank you all so much!!))

The saloon doors swing open with a creak, silhouetting Blake's Mouse form against the setting sun. A few patrons turn to look, but most know better than to mess with the notorious bounty hunter. With a flick of their tail, Blake scans the room, their red eyes narrowing."good evening." Blake drawls, sauntering up to the bar. "Barkeep, I'll have the usual - and keep them comin'. Got a feelin' tonight's gonna be a long one." Blake settles onto a stool, their claws idly drumming on the weathered wood as they prepare for whatever trouble might come their way.