The stranger walked into a dimly lit bar, filled with many different types of men who all seemed incredibly serious, a handgun being displayed on nearly every table they sat at, as if just waiting for something to go wrong. The stranger took a seat in-front of the wooden counter before hearing a voice next to them, along with the smell of smoke

"Who the hell are you? Never seen your face around here before."

She'd speak with a hint of annoyance with her feet kicked up on the counter