Jesse McCree & OTA
Half-price drinks were just as good as free drinks, and McCree didn't look down on either.
Whatever had gone on with this town was behind them, and he could not have been happier. McCree had spent much of his time in Lou's, and any place that didn't have folks trying to make sense of everything that wasn't making sense. He could understand crimes and heists. He understood battles between human and machine. Magic and otherworldly things? McCree didn't mess with it.
Nestled at the bar with a bottle of beer in his hand, he could appreciate this place. It was a bit loud, a bit too flashy, but it had good alcohol. Reminded him of a few places Sombra had dragged him to during their missions. All it needed were folks covered in glow-in-the-dark paint. Those Los Muertos folks were a tad off their rocker, though.
He let out a chuckle and took a long drink from his beer.