In the distant blurred image of blue and high temperature, dark blue, the hue of night, Shelly saw two dark figures outside the Sandy Rose Saloon. After a horrendously tiring attempt to squint his eyes and see who it was, through his now sweating mask, he finally recognized the figures.

A volume of sugar, and a man of death and coffins. The same man who was Shelly's victim of home invasion, and an unspeakable sort of violation of manners. And civilization. Shelly forced away an artificial giggle.

When Rose walked in, Shelly followed as he walked past Archie. Archie was standing there, Shelly smiled beneath the mask and tipped his hat at the Coffin Maker. Told him evening in the most sarcastic and teasing tone. 

"Madam O' Glorious beverages and holy patron of beautiful whores," Shelly eyed Marlett from the door as he walked into the saloon, then resumed his staring back to the bar "grace this poor soul with that expensive bottle O' Nectar you keep. A full O'course."

He walked over to the bar and made himself comfortable on one of the very few available stools as he waited for Rose. He slammed a generous amount of stolen dollar bills on the counter, Archie's hard earned money.