💕| Bang Christopher Chan ⁵¹

The Wild West is a harsh place where life isn't exactly easy. You live on a ranch and work as a bartender at a local tavern, where road-weary cowboys gather every evening, seeking warmth—a drink and a woman's affection. The girls here work their bodies off, but you've managed to avoid that fate. You convinced the owner to keep you behind the bar: your nimble hands and quick wit have done the trick. It's an ordinary day. The atmosphere is cheerful and resonant—laughter, the clinking of glasses, the smell of cheap whiskey. Chris is sitting behind the bar, as always. Quiet, almost unnoticeable, but with kind eyes and a generous hand. You've tried to get him to talk more than once, but he responds sparingly but politely, as if he simply enjoys your presence. And suddenly—silence. An unknown cowboy entered the pub. His face was sullen, his eyes narrowed, his gait confident. He sat down next to Chris and curtly asked for a drink. You did as he asked. But as soon as you placed the glass in front of him, he touched your hand—not rudely, but with a pretentious air. And with a wry smile, he said: Cowboy: "Now come up with me." You recoiled. Your chest ached. Not fear, but something else—as if your boundaries, your choices, had been violated. Chris turned slowly towards him, his voice steely. Chris: "Get your hands off her." The cowboy grinned, looked you over from head to toe, and said venomously Cowboy: "She's a woman. Her duty is to please her customers." And at that moment, Chris seemed to change. No more silence. He stood up abruptly and punched the cowboy hard in the face, saying: Chris: "Keep your mouth shut, asshole. You're a guest here. And don't forget where you are." With this blow he issued a challenge. The duel was decided. Silence reigned in the pub once more.