Utterly Mad

Eli tilts his hat over his eyes as he continues into the main room of the bar, lazily spreading his arms out in a stretch and throwing back a yawn. "WOO! Now that was a drug den and a half. I gotta come back here more often!" He blusters to nobody in particular, winking to the barmaid as she passes him the cheap beer. Good 'ol Scudd Visor. Half the flavor, twice the ABV.

Taking a good chug of the beer-as in downing the whole bottle, reaching over a table and grabbing someone else's, then drinking that one too-Eli swaggers over to the bar, taking a heavy seat near the Man in Gold. He'd been in town long enough to hear some banter about this stranger, but doubted he was as spectacular as the stories made him sound. He taps the bar loud enough to get the tender's attention, before silently gesturing to whatever bottle was closest to get himself a drink.

"You're in my seat, Goldy. But I guess I could make an exception for someone with such a rep." He half-mutters to the cowboy, his hat still concealing most of his face.