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The man who enters the bar today doesn't immediately look out of place. After all, there are cowboys and outlaws of all kinds who drop by from time to time. It's just this one has never been here before, and frankly, it's not where he expected to be.
Hell isn't supposed to be a tavern, so far as he was aware, but then, appearances can be deceiving. Charlie Prince knows that all too well. So he'll just take a few minutes to look around, get a feeling for the unfamiliar surroundings before he finally adjusts his hat and rests a hand on the hilt of his gun.
"Well. Ain't this something."
[tiny outlaw tag: Charlie Prince]
Hell isn't supposed to be a tavern, so far as he was aware, but then, appearances can be deceiving. Charlie Prince knows that all too well. So he'll just take a few minutes to look around, get a feeling for the unfamiliar surroundings before he finally adjusts his hat and rests a hand on the hilt of his gun.
"Well. Ain't this something."
[tiny outlaw tag: Charlie Prince]