[i]"Alright fella, thank you kindly." Said the cowboy as he pulled the stool out just enough to fit his legs which made a slight mechanical noise as he walked, like springs being constantly pushed and pulled by his movements. He planted himself n the stool, leaned his arms on the bar, pulled a bottle of whiskey from behind the counter and spoke up. "You alright man? Y'sound just a little bit clouded. Somethin' on your mind perhaps?"[/i]