<span style="color: #00FF00">Rune was busy singing and dancing away. Having an extremely great time partying with the ghosts. He stopped singing and was just talking to the ghosts. Listening to the awesome stories that they were telling each other. There was some interesting ghosts here. Apparently there was ghosts that went centuries and centuries back in time. It interested him further in the mysteries of this place. How could a place this unique...this special...be totally unnoticed and unknown to the rest of the world. He laughs and plays with some ghost kids and picks up the youngest and spins them around. Getting laughter from all the little ghosts. Each wanting a turn and to each he gave a turn.<br/><br/>Had he not been having so much fun with this ghostly gathering...he might have sensed the person approaching. It was a sure thing that he would have at least felt the other's presence and any emotions that they had. Yet none of that occured as he was so very absorbed in the fun at hand. He noticed someone else was there with the way everything went quiet. The ghosts all staring around and looking at him. "I didn't invite anyone. I don't know anyone here save my brother." he says honestly. The ghosts look at the surroundings and then shake their heads. Saying adieu for now and vanishing into their graves. And buried places. Marked and otherwise. Apparently they hadn't wanted to wait around to see if the other person left. "Who said that? Why did you crash the party?" he calls out in a gentle and soft voice.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Dart heard and felt the womans entrance. Kind of hard to notice when all the male ghosts in your head are suddenly going 'hubba hubba oooooo.' like wolves inside his head. He mentally tells them to shut the fuck up. And gets yet another whiskey glass. He didn't pay any attention to anyone. Not til the woman walked up and sat directly next to him. he looks at her as she spoke. Looking without even turning his attention to her. She had a nice voice. Her hair was beautiful. Her body was perfect. Yeah...he didn't have a damn chance with her. He notices the small paw print mark. That drew his immediate attention. And he was a very extremely hard person to get his attention from. He turns and looks at the bartender. "Whatever the lady wants is on me." he says. His voice husky, exotic, and sexy all rolled into one person's tone. Yet it also had a haunting undertone of multiple other voices all speaking in syncronization. He turns to look at  her. His long white hair moving with him. "Nice birthmark. Ain't seen one of those in a long time." he says softly. Bartender would see his lips moving yet not hear the words. He had a feeling she would hear them loud and clear.</span>