Jesse Proctor sauntered into the dimly lit saloon, the swinging doors creaking in protest against his entrance. His tall, rugged frame commanded attention as he surveyed the room with a smirk, eyes locking onto the pretty waitress behind the bar. With a confident stride, he approached, his gaze never wavering as he drawled, "Whiskey, darlin'. Make it strong, just how I like it." The air hung with a mix of anticipation and mischief, echoing the untamed spirit of the Wild West.