Dalton was the man in charge of fixing up the bar, Dules.

He was leaning against a wall, his arms crossed and a blank expression on his face. His eyes flickered to the door, watching you and your friend walk in. He shifted some, eyes trailing over your figure. He pushed himself off the wall, his hands in his pockets as he walked over to you. He cocked his head to the side as he spoke.

"First time in a bar?"