Robin glanced at the wooden gate warily. His hands trembled and he had the strangest feeling that something was to walk in. He had these premunitions now and then, but one thing he could never quite put his finger on was what it was. His jade orbs were completely inatimate before he sensed it, there was a mere glint of mischief for once. The figure that appeared all so suddenly was getting clearer by the second. As the gates swung open, the old drunk's head slowly but surely went down with a thud and then he let out a snort, suddenly waking startled and confused. Robin's gaze unintentionally moved towards the group of flies above the drunk's head, then back at the figure. Their long coat swung ever so slightly as their body came to a halt. Who he now learned to be a she, took her leather hat off by the stools and shook her head full of auburn locks. Her gaze wondered upon the badly lit room and after she got the general idea, she turned towards Johnny and smiled ever so sweetly. It was hard to tell what she was saying given the usual chatter that defined the room, but Robin could assume she was asking for a drink. As his eyes trailed down, he noticed a revolver strapped clean onto her belt and her shining, obsidian boots. Foreigners were not always welcome in this odd town, most outsiders Robin had the fortune to see— if he ever felt like noticing his surroundings, that is, were gone before sun down.
He broke his gaze, peered at what little liquor was left in his glass and in a disappointed conduct, slammed a few coins on the rough wood and made his way to the gate. He felt his revolver with one hand as he tipped his hat to Johnny with the other, he also noticed the lady with the long coat looking over her shoulder, right at him.
