As Simion finally finished rolling his cigarette he once more looked up at the bar and his fellow patrons, listening as they conversed amongst themselves and something of a situation began to unfold. Soon the seemingly eccentric 'Mr Hesker' was dragging their host and barkeep 'Miss Rose' from behind the counter and leading her towards the door despite her slight protest. They moved around the inebriated man, who himself was now deep in conversation with an old and equally inebriated man who was getting more and more flustered by the looks of it, raised voices starting to spill across the room.

Simion's attention was however more focused on the woman sat several stools down from him, the Sheriff apparently from what he had just overheard. Could that be right, he mused to himself as he continued to gaze in her direction for a few moments longer before realising that he was gaping slightly like a buffoon. Her features were gentile and her light blonde hair did little to enforce her apparent role as sheriff, especially when combined with the very flattering red evening gown she was wearing. His cigarette now forgotten Simion stood and moved his way over to the woman taking little notice of whatever situation was unfolding behind him as he sat in the now vacant seat beside her. With a charming smile he quickly caught her attention before asking "I'm sorry, but did I hear you say you are Sheriff Jackson?"

He went on to quickly introduce himself "I'm Simion Lothrop, I own the drugstore in town. Just moved here as well, so figured it would be appropriate to find you at some point. I must say I find it a more than pleasant surprise that Sheriff Jackson is a woman as charming as yourself". He continued to grin in his current state, barley being able to contain his current happiness despite the lack of drink he'd been offered thus far. Fortunately he was far too distracted at the moment to notice the lack of refreshing beverage, that or the situation behind him which became ever more hostile.