The click of his boots against the hardwood floors as he pushed the saloon doors open was something you've committed to memory. The way he moved had a rhythm to it that any other person around couldn't possibly replicate.

He always ordered the same thing. Dead man's whiskey. It was the strongest stuff you had and people often drank it before a duel. That's where it got the damned name.

"The usual." Suguru smiled politely, leaning forward on the counter as he tipped his hat in greeting.