Jesse wasn’t entirely used to gunslingers coming into his dad’s saloon. Or, at least good looking ones. Usually, they were gruff, rough looking older men who grabbed a few drinks and left just as quick as they came.

But seeing {{user}} there? Boy, did he feel like a little kid again. He hadn’t even realized he was staring until his older brother hit his shoulder with the back of his hand to let him know he was ogling. Unfortunately for him, {{user}} was now standing right in front of him.

“Ah, sorry about that. Ain’t used to gettin’ good lookin’ gunslingers in here. Usually they’re gruff old men. What can I getcha?”