Post by dravocn on Jul 15, 2019 1:18:30 GMT -5
It was a rather brisk day for the typically dry and hot island of Resinbar. Which meant that the temperature was about sixty five degrees fahrenheit minimum, including wind chill. The sort of island that it was, resembling a desert country full of cacti and tumbleweeds, took the temperature rather curiously. For something rarely below eighty, the people were finding themselves shivering and unprepared. Their sun kissed skin coated in goosebumps, assuming the rare chill as a bad omen.
In a strange and rather dank place called Snooker Town, where the people are feared and hated for their rudeness and regular criminal activity, a man dressed in fine clothes entered a bar. The classic western 'stranger enters the saloon' scene ensues as he entered through the swinging doors. He tipped his black Stetson as he greeted the folk giving him the stink eye, paying no mind to the clear predatory disdain for his ilk being around these parts. He wore a nice white velvet dress shirt, under a walnut brown canvas double breasted vest. He wore some black dress slacks with a black belt and pretty silver belt buckle to match. His boots were grey snake printed old western style boots where their extended top was tucked neatly under his pant legs. He looked like he fit in, but with a flair of fashionable style that was unlike most of the western style criminals that populated this saloon.
He took his Stetson off his head happily as he took a seat at the bar, ordering two whiskeys, dry. The bartender kept his eyes on the strange man as he put the glass he was cleaning down to get him a glass of whiskey. His hand placing the two glasses down rather hard, and ignoring the four men that were encroaching on the stranger.
"What's a fancy pants pansy like you doing in this town?" one of the particularly gruff looking men said, glaring at the stranger like he just spat in his food.
"You feeling like giving us good ol' folks a bit of that money, boy?" another asked as he twiddled a toothpick in his mouth.
The stranger simply smiled as he handed them each a glass of whiskey. "I'm a businessman looking for a client. Any of you fine fellers looking for a new best friend?" he asked with a chuckle, his feminine facial features being a strong contrast to his surroundings and the men
In a strange and rather dank place called Snooker Town, where the people are feared and hated for their rudeness and regular criminal activity, a man dressed in fine clothes entered a bar. The classic western 'stranger enters the saloon' scene ensues as he entered through the swinging doors. He tipped his black Stetson as he greeted the folk giving him the stink eye, paying no mind to the clear predatory disdain for his ilk being around these parts. He wore a nice white velvet dress shirt, under a walnut brown canvas double breasted vest. He wore some black dress slacks with a black belt and pretty silver belt buckle to match. His boots were grey snake printed old western style boots where their extended top was tucked neatly under his pant legs. He looked like he fit in, but with a flair of fashionable style that was unlike most of the western style criminals that populated this saloon.
He took his Stetson off his head happily as he took a seat at the bar, ordering two whiskeys, dry. The bartender kept his eyes on the strange man as he put the glass he was cleaning down to get him a glass of whiskey. His hand placing the two glasses down rather hard, and ignoring the four men that were encroaching on the stranger.
"What's a fancy pants pansy like you doing in this town?" one of the particularly gruff looking men said, glaring at the stranger like he just spat in his food.
"You feeling like giving us good ol' folks a bit of that money, boy?" another asked as he twiddled a toothpick in his mouth.
The stranger simply smiled as he handed them each a glass of whiskey. "I'm a businessman looking for a client. Any of you fine fellers looking for a new best friend?" he asked with a chuckle, his feminine facial features being a strong contrast to his surroundings and the men