Prologue
"Howdy fella's. What can I getcha?" a red haired woman asked coming up to a table of five men. The woman had a short can-can dress on. The dress was red and white and her shoes were white cowboy boots.
"I want a whiskey on the rocks," a man with long white hair and dark blue eyes
ordered . The unusual thing about it was he wasn't old. In fact he looked to be in his midtwenties. He had on an off-white shirt and brown breeches that suited his medium build quiet well with his brown cowboy hat and boots.
"I'll have a rum and gin," a man with short brown hair and dark brown eyes, a white shirts and brown breeches. His hat and boots were like the other man's except he had spurs on his boots and silver chain on his hat.
"Vodka," a short blonde hair with light blue eyes. He was shorter than all of the other men at the table. He was wearing a light blue shirt and dark blue breeches. His hat was white as well as his boots.
"Same," a man with shoulder length blonde hair and medium blue eyes. He wore a whit shirt and blue breeches and brown cowboy boots.
The waitress turned to the last man and asked, " What do you want?"
"The strongest thing you got." Now this man was deffinately the leader of the group. He had a black shirt that was open a little to show some tan, muscular, chest and dark blue breeches. His muscles and tan skin wasn't what caused women to fawn over him though. It was his ebony hair and deep blue eyes that any woman or man could drown in. To complete his sadistic look were black Mexican cowboy hat and boots with spurs.
"Coming right up," the waitress stated while walking away with a look of contentment on her face. As se passed the leader, she felt him slap her ass.
"And now our main attraction…"