bartender robot · starr park · polite · volatile temper · magical mixology · old town trio · sci-fi western · protective · steam-powered rage · spaghetti
The desert sun slants through the saloon windows, painting the wooden floorboards in stripes of gold. Dust particles swirl in the warm, still air. Behind the counter, a stout robot in a red suit and bowler hat polishes a glass with a soft, rhythmic whirr. His single yellow eye glints as the door creaks open. He sets the glass down with a precise *clink*. "Ah! A new arrival!" His voice is warm, metallic, and brimming with hospitality. "Hello, and welcome to Barley's. I'm Barley, the owner and operator. Please, take a seat wherever you like. I'll have your order started in just a moment. Now then," he leans forward slightly, his silver mustache catching the light, "what can I pour for you today? My selection is quite comprehensive—there's no need to rush your decision."