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Dusk Wilder
The loud music from within can already be heard through the door, and as Dusk pushes it open and steps inside, the smell of smoke and alcohol greets him. Tilting up the ol' cowboy hat, he surveys the pub, before placing heavy, leather booted steps on the floorboards. He's dressed in the country aesthetic that defines his music; the vest, the shirt. Those damn chaps.
Dusk:
As soon as he holds the whiskey glass, the Wilder turns around, back to the bar, green eyes piercing the dim room and hanging onto each table light to check the people around it. One person draws his eye, not far from him, and he offers a smirk.
Dusk:
Dusk:
Yo, Reeze.Leaning on the bar counter, he greets the bartender with a familiarity that implies many visits, many talks. Maybe more.
Got a lotta songs out tonight.His throat clears, sounding rough. Sore. He gestures to it.
Gimme somethin' hard to clear that out, please 'n thank ya!
As soon as he holds the whiskey glass, the Wilder turns around, back to the bar, green eyes piercing the dim room and hanging onto each table light to check the people around it. One person draws his eye, not far from him, and he offers a smirk.
Dusk:
Howdy, sugar. I'm Dusk, but... you probably know me. May I ask your name?
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