a bottle!

The bartender raises an eyebrow, but the note you set down on the bar has him fetching it quickly. Soon, you have a bottle of whiskey, and you walk right back outside with it.

The squaw is there, leaning on one of the posts holding up the saloon's second story. She smiles when you walk out. "Let's get your whistle wet," you say to her.

She takes you to an alleyway where there's a barrel set up with a couple of stools. "Sometimes people don't like sitting inside," she informs you as you pop the cork out of the bottle. You take a little swig, then she takes a surprisingly large one. She sets the bottle down and smiles. "Surprised?"

"A little, ma'am," you remark, pulling your hat down a little more to hide your expressions.

At her rate, it doesn't take long to empty the bottle. Soon, she's leaning over the battle, peeking up under your hat at you. "You're really cute, you know that?" she asks. Her hand finds yours and she gives you a surprisingly firm squeeze. "Come on, I want to show you something," she says with a mischievous tone.