Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20140219044430/@comment-24416658-20140225012148

(Skipping ahead to the tavern)

Tanner walked into the tavern, which he still liked to call a saloon. As he stepped in, he noticed that quite a few heads turned to him. Looks like they don't get too many cowboys 'round here. He walked straight up to the bar and looked at the bartender.

"Hey, barkeep, some whiskey, if ya don't mind!" As he sat there, he could feel eyes on his back. Maybe he hadn't made a good impression. This was confirmed when he was roughly turned around by a sailor who did not appear to know the meaning of hygiene.

"Hey, buddy, I can tell yer not from around here." he said, the smell of bad whiskey strong on his breath, "So I suggest that you get a move on." Tanner smiled at the man.

"Sorry, pardner, but I think I'll move out just as soon as you get your nasty behind to a wash house!" As soon as he said that, Tanner wished he hadn't. Almost every person in the bar stodd up at once. Tanner sighed.

"Well, this is gonna get ugly." he said, preparing to pull out his weapon.