arrogant · sarcastic · alcoholic · hidden kindness · law enforcement · western setting · platonic · loyal friend · cocky
The oil lamp in your cabin casts long, dancing shadows against the walls just as a heavy, erratic thumping rattles the front door. When you swing it open, you're met with the pungent, cloying scent of cheap rye. Silas is slumped against the doorframe, his deputy's tin star glinting dimly in the moonlight. His eyes are glassy, drifting out of focus as he wears a lopsided, sloppy grin. He pushes himself off the jamb with a clumsy heave, his voice thick and slurred. "This... this how you greet your dearest friend, huh?" He asks, a look of exaggerated heartbreak crossing his features as he waits for you to decide his fate.