Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20170117072549/@comment-24416658-20170118054127

Tanner was just standing still, staring at his girlfriend with his mouth agape. Hearing her words, he shook his head.

"Sorry, darlin'," he chuckled, "I can't help it that yer so stunnin'. Come on, we'll catch a wagon. And by wagon, I mean cab. We ain't savages here." With a wink, he gestured with his head, heading to the exit of the station. It was obvious the town wasn't completely modern. The station was an amazing mix of old Wild West architecture and modern technology, evidenced mostly by the robot stewards. Tanner led the way outside.

"Howdy!" he called to a cab driver waiting by the curb. The town beyond the station was interesting. It had paved roads, streetlights, everything Vale had, yet it all had a wooden, rustic feel to it that felt strange to any outsiders. The cab driver, a goat faunus with curled horns, took the cigarette out of his mouth and looked at the pair. Tanner walked up, taller than the man by at least a foot.

"Me and the lady are headed to the Weeping Gila," he told her, "Can we get a ride?" The driver put out his cigarette, headed around the car.

"Climb in," he said, with a tired tone of voice, "Toss yer stuff in the back." Tanner went to the trunk, but realized his hands were completely full.

"Er..." he said, hoping Triste would take the hint.