Frozen (Javier Escuella X Reader)

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I was at the saloon currently waiting for the damn bartender to come back with my whiskey. He went to the back and he's been there for about 10 minutes.

I've been on the run in the cold weather for weeks. I'm tired and I just wasn't my goddamn whiskey. What I did, I don't think I'll ever regret it.

The bartender eventually comes back with someone behind him. "M-Ma'am, you can't have weapons in here..." he stumbles. I look down at my belt that holds my 3 holsters holding my cattleman revolver, my knife and my beloved my volcanic pistol.

"What's wrong with it I ain't shootin nobody?" I play it off. Silently praying that's not a bounty hunter or worse a sheriff behind him. I really don't feel like running Jasmine and I through the cold.

"If you won't dispose of the weapon I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"Then I'll leave, and take my money elsewhere." I spit on the floor and leave right back into the cold. I mount Jasmine and start riding into the cold forests.

I take it slow not wanting anyone to hear me and so I won't tire J out so quickly. Eventually I reach my destination, Sadie Adler's house.

Hopefully she has some whiskey.