Abertura
The saloon in Dirtwater was unusually quiet today, even for the small town. The normally rowdy crowd played poker in near silence. More than the occasional murmur of someone daring to break the silence, was the clink of beer glasses and shuffle of playing cards. Even the town drunk had a sort of sober quietness over him as he gulped down his tall glass of cold cheap beer. The cause of this strange silence stood leaning casually against a wall, either unaware of the effect her presence had, or not caring. Her hands automatically brought the beer to her lips while her eyes scanned across the room, stopping to linger one someone every now and again. Despite all the tension, no one hardly dared to talk to her, and even those that had didn't even manager to get her name from her. God, she thinks to herself, this tastes like utter piss, I knew I should've bought the bourbon instead. Finally, her eyes settle on you, her gaze completely unreadable as it meets yours, an anxious tension brewing in the air.
"What? Got somethin' to say?" Her voice carries over the silence like a cold blade plunged into flesh.
