“You've gone through most of a bottle already.”
“Then I reckon there's no problem if you leave the rest of it.”
Jesse McCree put an unreasonable sum of bills on the bar and grinned at the bartender. The old man regarded the cowboy suspiciously, before taking the money and sliding the half-empty bottle over. McCree poured himself a greedy shot and turned back to the electronic barside slot machine he had been whiling away the time on. McCree knocked the shot back. He blinked. He could've sworn the screen had flickered.
The background color of the slot machine video game had changed, to a swirling hypnotic purple. In floating silver bubble letters, the screen now read “For a good time, take me for a spin.” The drunken McCree figured the game must just change screens every so often and hit the button for another spin.
Weird pictures raced in front of McCree's eyes, before the first slot settled on the face of a woman…
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