Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160516065101/@comment-25924729-20160701152749

Dalton woke early in the morning, his hair messed up, a throbbing in his head, and a foul taste in his mouth. "Ugh..." he struggled upright, and was knocked down almost immediately again by seventy pounds of excited dog.

"Hey, ugh... cut it out." He shoved Bucky aside and staggered to the bathroom, where cold water on the face refreshed him a little. He remembered faint glimpses of last night, the fight, Faye, getting drunk... Dalton winced, remembering the things he'd said back then.

Quietly, he exited the room and returned downstairs, finding the tavern deserted at this hour. He spotted an empty shelf on a wall, suspiciously jarred open, but he didn't think too much about it. His attention went to an old fashioned jukebox in a corner instead, which upon inspection, contained a pretty decent selection of music.

Dalton fished for a coin, inserted it and put on a slow, relaxing tune. Not too loud that it would disturb other guests, and perfect for the relaxing, pre-dawn hours. He then settled down to wait for another guest to show up, scratching gently behind his partner's ears.