Arthurs a regular at a saloon you run, you being the bartender, you watched as he opened the door, inviting himself in just to go over to the bar and slide you a coin.

"Whiskey." He ordered with a small "thank you." to be polite, seeing you scan the shelf for the whiskey he almost always got, and he watched you pour it before he stood up straight.

He gently took the small shot glass when you slid it to him, swallowing it in one go as usual and leaning on the bar without a care in the world.