Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160516065101/@comment-28016164-20160701164116

"Ugh, what in me lord just happen last night.." Ale woke up from his sleep, dizzy, and has no clue of what he had been through yesterday that caused him to drank that much alcohol. He stood up from his laying position, slowly trying to regain full consciousness and balance.

He walked around the room, investigating it. Seeing if there is any kind of reminder he left for himself last night, to which there is..an empty bottle of rum, and his mug. "Bah, apparently i've been reaaaally drinkin' much last night...i hope i can work at me tavern today." . Suddenly, he heard a smooth and relaxing tune from the tavern.

"Ah, who could be playin the jukebox this early..?" Ale walks outside to his tavern, and saw the boy sitting at one of the chair. Before he settle his business with him, he spots his weapon still laying on the table of the bar. With Haste, he grabbed it and clumsily hide it inside his wardrobe, located somewhere in the bar's area.

As he was done with that, he finally decided to talk it out with Dalton who was sitting in one of the chair. He now remembers what happened last night as he saw him, the girl, the chaos, the attack..everything. He sat on the opposing chair as he began to speak.."So..how are ya ?."