Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-5255416-20170619024917/@comment-4211788-20170703045541

''What? I-I didn't even order.. W-Whiskey!? How does this guy know what I like..?!'' ponders Quinton.

An expression of confusion consumes Quinton's face. He looks over at the coyote and nods to her noticing that she looked back at him with possibly the same thing in mind.

Quinton adjusts his hat and fixes his hair, he then looks at the spider as he raises his glass of whiskey. "Say, how'd you know what I wanted buddy? I didn't even order... Also I've been here enough to notice a new face, who the hell are you?" Quinton says perplexed.

He would take a sip of his whiskey and put his cup down. "Damn that's some good whiskey.." He mutters.