the honky tonk is often overcrowded with vests and patches, arms full of tattoos and a rowdy atmosphere that only feels like home for people like diego. as he enters, he immediately sees ethan and nods to the treasuerer while he approaches. ‘good to see you out again, brother.’ he says genuinely as he comes to stand beside the other man. ‘lemme get the next one.’ diego adds, lifting a finger for the bartender to notice. ‘everything all good at the ranch?’