Corey
In the time that JD had lived in the town, he had not made many friends. Though he had a couple, he was just not.. The most social. For the main part, he went to work, to the store and home. Other than that, he mostly kept to himself. 

Part of it was because it was what he was used to it, and part of it was that he just wasn't sure how to.. Maintain friendships. He had spent so much time with his family, that it felt useless trying to talk to people outside of that circle. But he knew when he moved he would have to make some. It only made sense that one of those friends would be his boss, since work was a place that he spent a lot of his time. 

He made his way through the brush towards his boss, Dallas' canon, and when he arrived he knocked on the door, a box of beers in one hand. 

He figured he would get out and do some socializing tonight, something that was rare for him, but not unheard of.
Alberto
He hadn't been rightfully expecting someone, so when the knock came, he could only imagine it was either JD or someone calling on him to fix something. He'd been trying his damnedest to cook himself something, but he was having a hard time getting the damned fire lit to start. This wasn't usually such a problem, but the matches refused to light. He abandoned the task and pulled the door open, eyes immediately going to the box and sucking his teeth. 

"Now where'd you go and find them?" He asked. With the whole prohibition nonsense going on, finding that kind of stuff was hard— but by the looks of how dusty it was, he supposed it must've been old. 

He pulled JD inside and closed the door behind him. He was wiping his hands off on a rag and tossing it down on the table. "You here for yer money? I got it," He told him. "Just gimme a second to sort it."
Corey
He smiled a bit when the other opened the door, and held up the box a bit for him to get a good look. At the question he shrugged, "If I tell you that, I'm completely indispensable. No need for me if you can get it yourself.." He said as he looked down it. 

He was kidding of course, and shrugged. "I drove into a town a little out of the way, had a buddy I met a couple years back when I was traveling here, he's got a stockpile in his basement. So I bought some.. I'm all about moonshine, but damn do I miss beer. I thought you might too." He said as he was pulled inside. 

He set the beers on the table, and shook his head. "Not really.. You don't gotta worry about that right now.. I Can uh get it later." He said with a nod. "I just.. Came to see if you wanted to have a drink with me."
Alberto
The proposal caught him off guard— he supposed he did consider JD a friend of sorts. Did someone count as a friend if you mostly paid them to be in the same place as you? He wasn't sure. Well, either way, it was rare that they hung out like this... But JD had been right, and he had missed the taste of beer. 

He dropped down into a chair and gestured to the one across from him. "Take a seat," He said. "S'pose we can share a few drinks. You been hearing about them attacks?" He asked him curiously. "Nasty business."
Corey
He nodded and sat across from the other. "Thanks.." He said as he took out two beers from the box, handing Dallas one of them before opening one of them up himself with his teeth. 

"Sure have." He said taking in a deep breath and taking a sip of the beer. It was old but.. Wasn't too bad. "It's awful.. Makes you nervous to be out at night. I started carrying my knife again, I had stopped for a while because the town is so.. Quaint." He said with a shrug. 

"I'm out at night a lot though, I like to fish then so.. Figured better safe than sorry." He said with a nod. "Must be some kind of big animal."
Alberto
He pulled his knife out and opened the bottle, watching it hit the table, half bent. "Ya need to stop that, or yer gonna get yerself killed like that damn Beaux," He reminded him. "And that Abrams fella too. You need to stay indoors, thems orders from yer boss. Then again... I guess if you croak, I don't gotta pay you." 

That was Dallas' form of a joke, in a way. He wasn't exactly the funniest guy around. "Ain't no damn animal I ever seen. Or heard. Heard it was massive, whatever it was. I'on think it's something quite... Natural," He admitted. After seeing what he'd seen the other day, anything was possible. 

"You believe in spirits?" He asked curiously.
Corey
He laughed a little bit and took another sip. "Fair point.. You'd save some money but you'd be out a worker. Then you'd have to go through the whole interview process again." He said with a shrug. "That would be a pain." 

As he continued talking he nodded, "I've heard some whispers.." He said as he leaned back in the chair. 

At the question, he nodded. "Sure do.. I've seen em', back home mostly. Do you?"
Alberto
He nodded solemnly after a moment. "Don't go tellin' nobody this," He told him seriously as he sat forward a little. His arms rested on the table as his eyes got this sort of... Far away look in them for a moment. 

"I seen something the other day." He said. "Was out walkin' along the deer path and came across a fella. We was talkin' a while, until we both saw... That's the only reason I know I ain't seein' things. Cuz we both seen it." 

He cleared his throat. "It didn't spook me, but it did make me think that... Well. These spirits were disturbed by somethin' in these woods. Whatever it is, it's scarin' the things that wanna scare us." 

He shook his head. "Two kids, y'see? Wet like they'd just been pulled outta the river." It had been awful to see; downright heartbreaking, actually.
Corey
As the other's tone got more serious, he leaned in closer and listened. What he was saying made JD stop and think for a moment. Huh. He had seen spirits before, back home, something that was uncommon up there in the mountains, but this was much more clear than the figures he had seen back home. 

He furrowed his brows and thought for a moment, "That is heart breaking." He said sucking in some air as he took another sip of his beer and shook his head. 

"So you don't think these are animal attacks?" He asked arching a brow. "Do you think that means it can't be killed?" He asked as he took another big sip. 

"Because I was thinkin' the other day, that maybe some of the men should get guns, and start patrolling. You know? Take care of the problem at its root." He said with a nod. "I don't see how else this problem is going to resolve itself.. This ain't no one off thing anymore." He said with a shrug. 

"Shame we can't just ask the spirits. Bet they'd know."