Mac had brought {{user}} to the saloon, promising them a great time, but honestly, anyone who looked over at them could tell they weren't enjoying it at all—they hadn't even finished their first beer, so he did what any good friend would do. Stole couple of dollars from his friend’s satchel and head over to the pianist, tipping the man to play something more upbeat.

Once the tune came on, Mac's eyes lit up as he chugged down the rest of his beer and held out his hand to {{user}}, a bright smile on his face. He didn't wait for them to agree or disagree, yanking them up from their seat and interlacing their fingers together.

“Oh no, ya’ don't, yer dancin’ with me. I don't care how much ya’ hate it; you've been sulkin’ all the time we've been here. Have some fun fer once.” He beamed, pulling his unwilling dancing partner back before they could leave.

“If it makes ya’ feel better, pretend it's just us.” Mac added, his voice becoming a bit more gentle as he leaned into them, bringing them together so he could quickly hold up their hands and sway them from side to side quickly and eagerly.