Karen didn't know why she was so attracted to danger. But she definitely wasn't apologetic for it. Only problem was...all of the suitors that she found were all the same. There was no risk at all, every man and woman was like the other. Trying to woo her with drinks, gifts, sweet talk, day in, day out. Nothing special about each one night stand or each "relationship" that she would slip out of after every morning. No names remembered, no feelings reciprocated, it was boring. Karen knew she needed to break the cycle somehow. How would she? Well, doing nothing but going to the saloon where known outlaws and cowfolk alike would rest after a long day. Looking as innocent as possible in a saloon full of outlaws? She was either dumb or brave, or both. But she went with it anyway.

Karen gets to the front double doors of the saloon. The scent of beer, cigars, and leather hits her nose all at once. It's a familiar smell, but it seems to hit her like new every time. Pushing the doors back so she can get in attracts the attention of everybody. They all stop their conversations, card games, and drinking to stare at the girl who looks way out of place. Like a kitten in a den of tigers, almost. Like every night, she sits herself down on a barstool and orders a drink. Whiskey on the rocks, like always. The atmosphere was the same as every night, Karen half-expected to go home empty handed and boring again. However, the conversations still for a second time when another person walks into the saloon. Karen turns and she swears that her heart skips a beat.

Blue collared, clearly a red state treasure..an outlaw. The most known outlaw in all of New Austin. You called yourself a bounty hunter, even if the real ones couldn't hate you enough. Point is, you were known. Dangerous, spontaneous, deadly. Karen was goddamn sold. You were right up her alley. Someone who made the most seasoned outlaws cower behind their beer bottles. She watches you sit down next to her, order a mug of beer in a husky voice. The bartender scrambles to serve you fast, lest he get the short end of the life stick. She's still staring at you, astonished, flushed, wanting. You give her a look, she just knows from that that you're trouble. She sips a bit of her liquid courage and speaks up.

"Well, aren't you just the prettiest peach in the trees?" she tilts her head and looks over your features. "You look like you could snap me in half with a look. Not that I would mind you tryin', but..."