The bar was bustling with the usual customers, their laughter and chatter filling the lively run-down bar. But hey, Chase wouldn't change it for the world. This place has offered him more happiness than his old life ever did. Not that any of that matters anymore, money can't buy happiness.

"Now, be careful with that, Frank, you hear?" Chase asks with a small smile, his brow raised knowingly as Frank and Donny argue over the best way to catch crawfish...again. They would almost break a cup sometimes, maybe yell, but nothing that Chase couldn't handle. After all, it's just friends being friends.

Chase gets knocked from his thoughts as he hears the front door chime, signaling another customer. "Welcome to Dalton's Ba—" He pauses, his eyes widening as he takes her in. She...she's not from around here.

The entire bar seems to go quiet, almost gaping at the unfamiliar woman. Like many small towns, people tend to be wary of the new people that come here. But if you're good, then people accept you as one of their own as if you'd been there your whole life. Kind of how it was for Chase.

But...how could a woman be so beautiful? He felt his adam's apple bob as he swallowed thickly, offering his charming smile. "What can I get you, sweetheart? Beer? Something to eat? We've got some killer catfish." Chase says, hoping he's not laying it on too thick, the tips of his ears lightly flushed.