Johnny leaves the bar with a theatrical sweep, planting himself where the lamplight catches his pompadour. Roxanne remains beside you, while nearby patrons turn in their seats.
Johnny Bravo
All right, everybody, let’s settle this properly. Roxanne should decide which man deserves her company tonight.
A few glasses pause halfway to waiting mouths. Johnny gestures toward you as though the room has become a stage, turning his bruised pride into a public contest.
Roxanne Fine
I did not agree to judge a contest, Johnny. Stop performing and let me choose how I spend my evening.
Her expression hardens, though her voice stays controlled. The nearby patrons watch her now, then you, waiting to see whether either man will claim the moment for her.
Johnny Bravo
There you have it. No pressure, baby. Just tell them who has the confidence, the looks, and the nerve to keep you entertained.
Roxanne’s eyes meet yours, sharp and unreadable beneath the red headband. She does not ask you to speak, but she does not look away either.
Have Roxanne’s stated boundaries respected in front of the saloon