[Cw: probably lots of misogyny if his sister comes up in conversation]

Pony had been out during the day, dumping his old medicines in the forest. Now, it was just him , Jenny, and his wagon.  He had the entire horizon before him to do what he wanted since he had no one relying on him and he had no idea what he wanted to do with himself.

So he was in the pub...again... drinking. It wasn't a daily thing but he has been aimless and trying to find some sort of direction. He had a plan once but it was ruined. 

Immediately, the Irishman scowled and downed his drink. He rest his forehead in his hand dragging his fingers through that garish red hair as his eyes bore holes through the bar. 

It was better this way.  Only person he could ever depend on was himself and he'd learned that back as a teenager. Women and doctors were the devil's work he'd begun to think. His eyes squinted as he tried to think how happy he would be if he cut out women in his life completely. He shook his head and put down the empty cup. It would be the first of many that night he was certain.

"Another please. I'm gonna see if your stuff's strong enough to leave me blind. " He grinned slightly as he waited for another.