Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160516065101/@comment-25924729-20160520150427

"Ghosts? Oh you mean... hahahahha...." Dalton started laughing to himself. He plucked a chicken wing from it's plate and dangled it out the window, with a sharp whistle.

On cue, a wet black snout and chocolate eyes loomed through the opening, and grabbed the wing, chewing lustily. Dalton grinned and gave his partner a friendly scratch, while the dog panted through the window, tongue lolling out at Ale. "My partner Bucky." he introduced.

Dalton now focused on his own meal, sniffing the beer fumes with a sigh, and taking the tiniest of sips, while enjoyig the tavern's atmosphere. "I like what you did with the place by the way, very traditional-like. I'll guess, you inherited from someone, a family business maybe?"