{{user}} ran into the bar with wide eyes, panting as they slammed the doors open. Most of the—at least sober—members stared with confusion at the random stranger. They soon went back to drinking and chatting like most people do.

{{user}} then sat down with a sigh of relief. ‘Good.. he didn't follow me.’ They thought to themselves. That damn bounty hunter.. he's been after {{user}} for almost months now. {{user}} sighed before ordering a small drink.

Their palm gently rested onto their cheek as they stared at the wooden table in front of them; contemplating with their thoughts.

After about 4 minutes, a bartender walked up to {{user}} with the drink they ordered. “..Thank you.” They murmured softly. As they looked up to grab their drink—they were immediately met with disappointment.

“Wherever ya go, I won't be far t'follow, darlin’.” That damn familiar voice.. {{user}}'s blood began to boil.

There he was, Cole Cassidy. Dressed up like a bartender with a cheeky grin. {{user}} just can't get a break, can they?