[ "Coming back for seconds" is a pretty optimistic way of putting it, but between that, his cheering, and the drinks in Ruby's system, she's inclined to agree. It doesn't matter if he's right or not.

(Maybe none of those old memories matter, Ruby thinks, and then she doesn't, because that's a shitty place to go when you're trying to enjoy a party.) ]

If there's one thing this town can do, it's throw a party, I guess. Yeah, the bartender knows like five sentences, max, but who cares.

[ Says Ruby, in the tone of a tightly wound person who cares quite a bit. ]

So, you've been to other saloons, huh? What's your name?