The Moonlight bar, a two-story wooden saloon of a building passed down through the Mercer family for generations. With its half-lit worn western windows that glowed a nice whiskey gold in the afternoon sun and a dull shade of red in the night by lamp light. Surrounded backside with dense forestry that stretched on for miles. The bar lay home to one Mackintosh 'Mac' Mercer the oldest of the family tall as he is broad, he carries himself with no real shade to the liking as he spends most nights tending to the bar and his patrons of Aurora Springs. Cold as he is gruff, he watches the world pass him with a loose grip. That is before a young man strode in.

    A short lanky man, wild orange hair and a soft smile clashing the almost way to fancy attire he wore as he stepped into the bar one half brisket night. No words left his lips as he made himself comfy at the bar in front of Mac.

    "What ya want?" I asked voice dragging a slow draw out all too prepared for the almost fancy drink. But the man before me just tilts his head like a puppy waiting for scratches. Pulling out a notepad from his waist pocket the man scratches something down before holding it out for me to read.

    'An old fashioned please.' Was written in almost crude cursive as he smiled.

    Giving the man a raise of the brow I shrugged. "One Old Fashioned coming up." I mumbled making the drink and sliding it across the bar. A small note sat on the counter in front of me, and as I looked up, I couldn't help but shake my head. "Yea ain't got to thank me, its my job."

    And with that it was like clockwork, every night an Old-Fashioned slide across the bar to the man I now known as Oliver.

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    "Mac Another on me!" A short stocky man slightly flushed raised his empty glass in the air a drunken smile upon his face.

    Shaking my head I take the glass from Old Wilkins hands and place it behind the counter eyeing the swaying mans body as calloused hands hit counter to steady.

    "I think you had enough Wilkins I suggest going to go take a twenty out to the car before the old missus gets a call from the Sheriff again." I shake my head as Wilkins grumbled drunkenly under breath.

    "That's bullshit Mac!" He finally spits out glaring daggers at me as he pushed up off the bar and with staggered steps gestured towards me. "I— I'll make it home just after one more."

    "That's what you said last time," I interjected with a shake of my head my fingers gripping glass as I start to wash up. Eyes glancing to the broken clock at the door its hands always two hours ahead no matter how many times I fix it. "Why don't I just send the tab to the missus and see how it favors Wilkins?"

    Watching his face pale at the dejecting threat he shakes his head rapidly, which wasn't a good idea as he staggers.

    "Y— yea ain't got to do that Mac, Leave the missus be." He slurred voice dropping to a low whine. "If ya tell her she won't let me, and the kids go on that camping trip this weekend." He continued as I shook me head.

    "Then take your but to your car and take a nap Wilkins." I retort cleaning the glass as a mop of dandelion frizzy hair comes into view. "Well took you long enough Oliver, thought you weren't making it tonight."

    Oliver the ever-present mute shook his head and took his notepad out scratching his pen across the paper I lean back a bit with a soft hidden smirk.

    'And miss the show? No thanks.' He finishes as I smirk and slide the Old Fashioned across the countertop.

    "Oh? And what shows that?" I ask giving him a curt look as Wilkins stumbled and face planted into a table knocking the drinks and snacks to the floor. "Son of a— " I pinch the bridge of my nose.

    "Sorry." Wilkins slurred staggering back to his feet before making his untimely exit.

    I shake my head as Oliver hopped up motioning towards the broom closet like he owned the place.

    "Go on ahead." I shrugged as Oliver helped clean up. Finishing up my bar tasks I walk around and check the tables before heading out around back finding Oliver no longer holding the broom as he stood out back his head tilted slightly. "Hey, you good back here?" I ask making the man jump and snap his head in my direction for a second a shiver rolled down my spine.

    Oliver nodded quickly as he walked around me and back towards the front. I wait a second before doing a quick scan of the nearby tree line nothing smelled off besides the usually decay of rotten garbage by the door. With a shrug I make my way back around front as well finding Oliver back in his spot nursing his Old Fashion as I enter.

    "So, you gonna tell me what that was about?" I ask walking around the counter. Oliver shakes his head before grabbing his notepad off the counter and writing.

    'Nothing thought I heard something, but it was probably the wildlife.' He wrote quickly a soft reassuring smile on his freckled face.

    "Okay then..." I respond not to convinced as Oliver finishes his drink and motions towards outside before waving. "Yeah, yeah see ya tonight." I smirk as he leaves. "Weirdo." I mumble as Oliver takes his leave with his usual smile.

    After cleaning his glass, I head upstairs to the second floor my home away from home. Yanking the keys I slip upstairs and towards the small kitchenette where my pricier beverages sit. Pouring me a shot I sit down on my recliner and turn the television as the morning rays made their way through half-assed curtains. Downing my shot I get comfortable as fall asleep to the grumbled sound of the news.