We’re More Ghosts Then People // Private

[Leafwing12]

Dean glanced at him. So this was Cullen. He frowned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you or anything.” Dean said

[dannychan]

he sighed and another glass was put on the table. “sit.” he said and poured some whiskey in deans cup.

[Leafwing12]

Dean was silent for a moment before slowly sitting down on the stool.

[dannychan]

he poured himself another glass. “you said you needed help?”

[Leafwing12]

Dean nodded. "We're not...Exactly from around here. This guy named Arthur Morgan said he could take us in to his gang for now. But we would need warmer clothes and horses to get there." Dean said.

[dannychan]

he frowned. “his gang is all wanted dead. so i’d suggest not taking his offer.”

[Leafwing12]

Dean frowned. “Well...Isn’t that how it is out here? Everbody’s Wanted dead for something?” Dean asked

[dannychan]

he frowned. “no. i’m not wanted dead. that bartender isn’t. neither are anyone in this town.@ he stated.

[Leafwing12]

Dean blinked. "I see....Well, can you at least give us a lay of the land?" Dean asked.

[dannychan]

he blinked. “yeah, sure. if you don’t mind waiting till lunch tomorrow.” he stated.