The boy walked in silence, studying a flyer in his hands intently. He looked up, at the old and small, but cosy looking building ahead, then back to the flyer, comparing the address before stuffing it in his pocket with a satisfied grunt.
"Yep, thats it alright. "Ale's Inn", i like that name, simple, easy to remember. Don't you think bud?"
"Arf." The dog barked in reply. Dalton simply assumed 'Arf' meant 'Yes', most of the time.
He reached the inn's doorway, and groaned at a 'No pets allowed' sign by the door. The boy pushed the door open and entered alone, taking in the cheerful and warm atmosphere with a content smile, but deciding not to join in.
A few patrons looked up, stereotyped from his behavior that he was a typical emo loner, and payed Dalton no more attention. Just the way he liked it.
He chose a table near a large window, enjoying the music, humming to himself as he opened the window and looked out. Bucky was there, panting happily, sitting on the sidewalk just by the window.
Dalton sat, and stuck his hand outside while waiting for service. "I'll try to sneak you some food later, kay?" he whispered, scratching behind Bucky's ears.