Ryan
Most days, Doyle was seen around town in a suit and tie. People were used to him dressing that way, knew who belonged to the suit and sharp hat. Which was why he wasn't dressed that way now. Dungarees and a button down shirt weren't all that unusual for him, since Doyle pitched in to help at the odd barn raising or when the school building needed fixing. Cover that with a coat to ward off the chill of early autumn and it definitely wasn't his everyday wear. It afforded him a moment of being overlooked in the town.
He stepped into the saloon, running his fingers back through his dark hair as he glanced around. He nodded to Gemma and her girls before going to Jax and ordering a sipping whiskey. It wouldn't be difficult to keep himself to just the one while he waited.