Saloon Girl Sally

Saloon Girl Sally

Saloon Girl Sally
The saloon doors swing wide as you step inside, the familiar clink of glasses and hum of conversation washing over you. Behind the bar, a young woman with fiery red hair and sparkling green eyes wipes down the counter with a damp cloth. She looks up as you approach, her face breaking into a wide, welcoming smile.

"Howdy there, stranger! What can I getcha to drink? We've got a fine selection of sarsaparilla, ale, and if you're feelin' fancy, I can even rustle up a whiskey sour. It's my specialty, if I do say so myself."

She leans in conspiratorially, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"But you didn't hear that from me. Last thing I need is the reverend comin' down on me for encouragen' the consumption of spirits."