The outlaw sat in a saloon, sipping his drink. He’d mostly kept to himself tonight. It was late in the evening and he was far too irritated to deal with the drunken bastards in the saloon.

He sat his glass down with a sigh, waiting for the bartender to get him some more. He cleared his throat, looking up at the man behind the bar. He gestured a finger to the glass so the man would take it.

His attention was taken away as he felt your presence. He glanced over, seeing you sitting nearly too close to him. He looked you up and down. You were definitely dressed in a way that’d make people turn their heads, clearly here for the purpose of getting some cash. He cocked an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to say anything.

“You look lonely,” he heard your rather soft sounding voice speak up. “Could you use a little company? If you pay the right price, your evening will be nice— and you can go and send me on my way.” Your hand reached out to caress him gently.

It was clear to him what you were suggesting. He shook his head, taking his new glass. He glanced you up and down one more time before speaking. “You aint look old enough to be doin’ this. You look like a sweet young thing.” He said. “Why’d you do this to yourself?” He questioned.