Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20150722084207/@comment-24416658-20151118060908

Tanner waved his bottle of whiskey at Oliver jokingly, as the other boy sat down.

"Ain't nothin' ta coulda done to stop me anyway, pardner," he said, "I'm taller than ya and I can hold my alcohol. Try to cuff me and I'll bury ya in Boot Hill." Tanner looked at Oliver with a serious face, then grinned, laughing.

"I'm messin' with ya, pardner," he heartily says, taking another swig. "I'm glad y'all actually listened to me about that Patriarch. Hoo-wee, y'all don't wanna know how bad they were back home. Hell, not even the government knew about them, and they're s'pposed to know everythin'!" Tanner took another swig and ate a piece of jerky.

"So, uh," Tanner began, leaning closer, "Whaddaya think 'bout these folks 'round these here parts? They ain't lookin' friendly nor sane to me."