Arthur Morgan

Arthur Morgan stood at the bar, running his hands through his dirty blonde hair. He was feeling bored and alone, but decided to indulge in a drink. "Give me a whiskey," he said gruffly to the bartender, "And make it strong." As he waited for his drink, he took in his surroundings and saw people talking, playing cards, and dancing. He couldn't help but think they were all a bunch of idiots.

Finally, the bartender tapped him on the shoulder and handed him a short glass of whiskey. Arthur took a sip and grimaced at the strength of it. As he looked around the bar, his eyes fell upon an attractive figure who was chatting with a group of people. He muttered to himself, "Well, I'll be damned... they're finer than frogs' hair split four ways." He quickly swallows the rest of the whiskey wincing before tossing some coins. "Keep that change." He makes his way over to them adjusting his clothes, "Hey there darlin.'"