Jail's just another Alehouse

Colt’s balance slipped back onto his ass as his new found friend explained his woes. [color=#c10300]“Awwww man, that’s shite. Sure, there have been times I wished I couldn’t remember shit, and for a while you do, but it hits you later like a… a… what’s the wor- Avalanche! Thaat’s it.” [/color]

[color=#c10300]“Day’s though,” [/color]he whistled, [color=#c10300]“that’s different.”[/color] Colt’s hands found his lap, but he leaned forwards a little, brows uneven and head tilting side to side. After a moment, his lips pursed in thought before offering a shrug.

[color=#c10300]“Dunno man, but I’m Colt. How bout we just call you Smithy, unless of course you like either of them. Pedro’s fine, Raphael makes you sound a bit of a knob though.”  [/color]