Meytir calmly strolled into the saloon noticing the gathering of some of the most lowlife, no-good people around. The man wore a deep brown tanned coat with dark jeans, a lightly colored grey vest securing his guns, and a black hat to boot, obviously a man who knew his way around the barrel of a gun.  He moved through the crowd occasionally bumping into a random drunk or someone not paying attention he would put up his hand as a signal for his apologies for he had no intention of picking a fight, well, not now at least. He approached the bar calmly as his shoulder bumped into another person, once again signaling his apologies, this however didn't buy it.<br/><br/>"Wut the hell is your problem man can't ye see me standing ear?!" the bumbling idiot spoke as he shoved Meytir. "My apologies sir," he replied not looking for a fight. "Yeh yer gonna be sorry you little bitch!" he lowlife yelled as he pulled out a switchblade from his pocket with intent of inflicting harm upon him. Meytir let out a sigh of disappointment as he saw him pull out the blade, obviously he didn't know how to use it and he could easily smell the alcohol upon his breath. "No need fer name calling." Meytir spoke, already annoyed with the drunk knife wielding idiot. Without further words the drunk's face turned red with rage and his brows slanted with anger lunged at Meytir trying to stab him. Meytir simply took a step to the side to avoid the attack and moved his boot in front of his foot causing him to trip and fall flat on his face.<br/><br/>Meytir walked over the man and placed the heel of the boot on his hand forcing him to release the knife, "Lets put that away before someone gets hurt." he spoke as he picked up the knife twirling it around his fingers to intimidate the man before sheathing it in his pocket. He removed his foot from his hand releasing him as the drunk stood, scared shitless no doubt, tripped over his own feet running out the door. Meytir just turned around not taking notice to him as he approached the bar signalling the bartender for a drink, "Scotch on the rocks." Meytir spoke placing his order. The bartender simply nodded and went over to acquire his drink. As he was waiting her heard the cock of the hammers and the two bickering amongst themselves, obviously the man had overstepped his boundaries. The bartender came back with his drink and Meytir quickly slammed it into the back of his throat as he heard the gunfire without flinching. He saw the bartender freak out at the sudden outburst and Meytir quickly signaled him, "Another." he spoke as the pool of blood began to trail along the floor with Meytir not even paying mind to it. "Idiot should've kept his mouth shut," Meytir spoke to the woman who just killed the man as the bartender hesitantly poured him another glass in fear and slid him the drink. Meytir slammed the drink again before motioning to the bartender for another.