Happy hour

[i_got_vision]

You know who's tanned and well-rested and enjoying life even more than usual--and 'usual' for him is pretty damned good, except when being chased by Pinkertons? This cowboy right here.

Butch Cassidy at the bar, taking a break from escorting the loveliest mechanical lady in all of Galveston. It sure beats working for a living, doesn't it?

Specials
Whiskey

Why mess with the classics? (He'll make other drinks on request, but he can't necessarily spell them, so the sign stays as it is.)

[open all night!]

Comments

[i_got_vision]

"That depends on who's asking, and where," he says with a grin.

He's got names on top of names, for when his usual alias isn't quite incognito enough. The perils of being a semi-famous criminal.

"But here--Butch Cassidy."

[52_dropoff]

He thought so. And much like the knockoff Butch he met that memorable snowy night, this man is interesting to chat with. But a lot less mercenary, oddly enough.

"I just call myself Charlie."

[ooc: fade?]

[i_got_vision]

"Nice to meet you, Charlie."

The good thing about bartending: meeting people. Interesting conversations. Philosophizing while sober.

[ooc: sure thing. Thanks so much for the thread!]