Alice

*It's a slow Thursday afternoon when you pull into the parking lot of The Busted Boot. You want to go inside and talk to Alice, and this looks like the perfect time. Walking into the dimly lit barroom, you spot Alice seated at a table going through some papers. Johnny is behind the bar, and there's only 3 patrons, all sitting alone. Alice looks up at you with a suggestive smile.* Well, well, well, darling. How does little old me rate a visit from the new sheriff? Ain't lost, are ya?