"Evening."<br/>Marshal had nodded to the woman politely as she came to his table and served him his drinks, a double shot of whiskey and a beer chaser. Luckily his "regular" was known by anyone and he was happy to have it. His eyes hardly followed the server as she walked away, left along at his table he removed his hat and set it down on the table to reveal sweat damp dark brown short wavy hair affected by the hat. He quickly ran his fingers through it to give his hair some life before he led the whiskey to his lips and knocked it down in a blink of an eye. Sighing happily he reached for his beer and began to drink, listening to the pianist in the corner who had come into town recently to earn a few dollars before moving on.