Rattlesnake Jack strode in to the Diner, as his boot spurs jangled a bit. He glanced around, eying the interior of the place suspiciously. It was a strange lookin' saloon, but a saloon none the less. Rattlesnake Jack watched as Bee received a glare from the older man tending to the saloon. There were many expressions Rattlesnake Jack could have had under the bandana, but the one he chose was a mystery. He raised up his hands as he idly stretched them, as he searched for a good bar-stool to sit at. 

"Slick, hand me that." He said to Bee as he outstretched his right hand.