Re: Roy and Open!
((ooc: Because someone had to!))
Wally walked in and a few of the rowdy crowd quieted some, seeing the revolvers he kept and the bright red shirt and pale brown duster and hat. A few had heard the rumors that the Kid Flash was in town, a man who was said to draw faster than a rattlesnake could think to strike, peppering out more bullets than a gatling gun, and had a reputation for shooting against some of their less savory sort. He walked in, spurs chinging softly as some eyed him with wary and suspicion. His green eyes cast side to side, face neutral, shoulders far to relaxed and pace to steady.
Then he leaned on the bar, finger touching the brim of his hat toward Effie. When asked what he wanted, the seriousness faded entirely as he broke into a grin. "MILK!"
Some of the rougher men stared at him in shock. One leaned over and whispered "He means wild mare milk, don't he?" (Wild mare milk meaning whiskey.)
"Just plain! I don't need a bunch of cream with it or anything fancy. OOH! Are those cookies?!"
The men were staring, flabbergasted. A skinny fellow in a nice vest snapped his fingers to draw attention back to the poker game going on in the corner, and while one of them spit a gross line of tobacco in distaste at Wally, they turned away--for now. A few more drinks and someone might work up nerve to challenge him, but right now he could have his milk.