He sauntered down the street dressed in a light brown Stetson hat, Western style shirt, boot-cut jeans, and of course Justin boots. His face sported a trim-cut beard and a mustache. Strapped across his back was a coffin fiddle case, and in his right hand, a Martin acoustic guitar.  Hands was fresh in town from Texas. Seeing as he was there for a bit, he thought he might try the barroom scene. He had played in bars and saloons across Texas and was looking for something different. Crossing the street and looking at his surroundings- "What's this," he mused. "Free? Nothin's free." But still, it piqued the interest of this Texan. "Black Dahlia Tavern," he said to to himself, pushing the hat back on his head to study the sign. "It's worth a shot," and he pushed open the door, walked to the bar, and calmly waiting to be served.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="5743" data-username="@Briker" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5743/">@Briker</a>