[Allison turns to stare after him, jaw hanging open with a huff. Hairy guy? He couldn't be talking about Duke.
He better not be talking about Duke...asshole.]
Well, Duke Crocker is gone, so that makes the pub sacrosanct. So mind yourself, or you'll be sailing this ship dry.
[Despite her grumbling, she heads behind the bar. Brownie lifts her head from her place on the floor to watch the newcomer find a seat, while Duchess abandons her hay to start hopping down the bar towards him to investigate.]
[spam]
He better not be talking about Duke...asshole.]
Well, Duke Crocker is gone, so that makes the pub sacrosanct. So mind yourself, or you'll be sailing this ship dry.
[Despite her grumbling, she heads behind the bar. Brownie lifts her head from her place on the floor to watch the newcomer find a seat, while Duchess abandons her hay to start hopping down the bar towards him to investigate.]
What are you drinking?