Country music plays on the speakers.
Grab a drink at the bar
You go take a seat on a cushioned stool at the bar. The bar looks like it has seen better days- though that's on purpose to evoke that old cowboy-times feel. Rows of bottles line the back, along with dozens of different shapes of glasses and cups, each one for a different style of drink.
You wait some time, picking at the bowl of beer-nuts in a bowl in the meantime, before you realise the bartender is not here, gone somewhere like everyone else. Which is a shame cause you could use a drink. You'd reach behind the counter, but the mean looking gun turret hanging from the ceiling makes you think twice. They take the security of their drinks very seriously here.
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