Time Traveller
"I'll have a whiskey," You smile, adopting your best wild west accent.
"Whiskey it is, friend," The bartender bustles around and hands you a small glass filled with the dark substance. It looks and smells strong, and upon tasting it, you realise that it is even stronger than it first appears.
You watch the woman, who is at a nearby table playing poker with a group of men. She seems to be winning, much to the chagrin of the men, and it isn't long before she stands with a whoop of delight, having beaten them with a Straight. She gathers in all the money, drains her whiskey and saunters over to the bar, smiling at you.
"I see you convinced the Sheriff you weren't up to no good," She says. She looks down at your drink. "Whiskey," She nods appreciatively, "A man after my own heart."
You smile and sip the whiskey. The woman looks at you appraisingly for a few seconds and then leans in close.
"I've got a few friends who might like to meet you," She tells you, "Could be money in it for you."
Abruptly, she straightens up gracefully and leaves the saloon. She clearly wants you to follow her.
"Whiskey it is, friend," The bartender bustles around and hands you a small glass filled with the dark substance. It looks and smells strong, and upon tasting it, you realise that it is even stronger than it first appears.
You watch the woman, who is at a nearby table playing poker with a group of men. She seems to be winning, much to the chagrin of the men, and it isn't long before she stands with a whoop of delight, having beaten them with a Straight. She gathers in all the money, drains her whiskey and saunters over to the bar, smiling at you.
"I see you convinced the Sheriff you weren't up to no good," She says. She looks down at your drink. "Whiskey," She nods appreciatively, "A man after my own heart."
You smile and sip the whiskey. The woman looks at you appraisingly for a few seconds and then leans in close.
"I've got a few friends who might like to meet you," She tells you, "Could be money in it for you."
Abruptly, she straightens up gracefully and leaves the saloon. She clearly wants you to follow her.