Stone pours himself a fair amount of the whiskey, drinking it down. He chuckles a bit. "We grew up together. Me and Monkling got along from the word go. It was beautiful, I tell you. Just fell right in, thick as thieves. We did everything together from then on. It was perfect. I made mischief, Monkling got me out. I went about telling ghost stories, Monkling poked holes in the whole idea of ghosts." He grins, pouring himself a fresh glass and sipping it. He doesn't have nearly the tolerance of Monkling.<br/><br/>He continues after a few moments. "We decided we wanted to be cops. Went to the academy, passed with varying degrees of success, and got put in two different stations. Eventually requested transfers and convinced the chief to put us as partners. We've been working together ever since. We spend a ton of our time here. Heh, in fact a good bit of this is mine." He doesn't really think of it as his anymore though, and he wouldn't want any of it back.