Board Thread:Human Roleplay/@comment-27624831-20171229153329/@comment-34052734-20171230055109

Peyton woke up to laughing and screaming, repositioning his hat on his head with a grumble. He kicked his boots off the desk and firmly placed them on the floorboards, taking a stand. The retired sheriff arched his back, clearing his throat.

Marshall approached the bar of the saloon, waving down the bartender. "Hi uh- ma'am can I get a beer?" His voice was a little shaky, nervous.