"No need to worry about that I'm used to unfriendly town folks. I think I will manage with only being friendly with you." Alana heard the words coming from John as  a form of being cocky. A sly smile crossed her lips as she watched the man gulp down a bit of beer. Well, ain't that a typical scene? Drinking the horrors away. The old man found his way to a creaky bar stole next to John tipping his ragged hay hat at him in acknowledgement. There had to be a trick as to why the place was still open...but it was possible the hunting business brought a large chunk of change.<br/><br/>" I think Al'ana might enjoy that." The old man spoke tapping the now dusty table with his wrinkled left hand. It was a signal for some beer which took up all of about 60 seconds. A full cup of dark rum was placed in front of him. She could not help but give John a teasing wink. There was a bet he couldn't handle half her twearks in bed with her horse. An animal can not take her money so it was not like a win or lose bet.<br/><br/><br/>"You know it is not often I run across a hunter who is able to keep a base of operations. Most get careless quick enough and killed even quicker. I'm quite impressed. So tell me how does a gorgeous woman like you get roped into this ugly business?" Before answering she poured herself a glass of wine , and took a swig of it. The situation called for to be a little buzzed before speaking.<br/><br/>" Gettin personal before even being in bed with each other. Ya betta be prepared for a long story. Or perhaps a simple version would work well as well. " She gave a head nod to the old man as he placed his arms across the table in a tired like way. " I started blabbering about demons, and ghosts at the small age of 5. It wasn't because I was curious either. There is a demon who is still somewhere in the world that is trying to hunt me down. Why? Well I'm still asking myself that."<br/><br/>The old half broken door ripped open causing a loud clanging noise. Yet, there was no one standing in the door way. An eriness passed through the bar as if it was a sort of evil wind. However, she waved the moment off with her hand while the old man got up and slamed it shut. This event happened routinely so it was easy for her to ignore it. " Anyways, my mom labeled me insaine , and placed me in an insaine asylum at the age of 10. Apparently, it was really a hunters training school. I never really liked the place, or the rules. So thus I abandoned an assignment , and ended up working here. "<br/><br/>" The institution is a cruel place, " A raspy old voice from the old man as he trudged towards the door that lead up stairs. " It is best , to keep you're distance from dem folks. They don't take lightly failures, or runaways. So, if ya need to know we chose her real name over institution name." His rambleing got fainter, and fainter as his cowboy boots clanked against the creaky stairs leading to the floor above.<br/><br/>" Looks like you know just about everythig of me. Now , naturally there would be an expectations for your story but I will be more compelled to know about one of your hunts before heading to bed hot shot." This time she lened against the bar pressing her tits on the top of the counter. It was good to look eager sometimes.