Phoenix Maplewood my buddies, they drink liquor; sometimes I'll go along

He paused. Words.
A voice.
It was deep and smooth, like a good whiskey. Rich. Earp swung himself all to easily towards the man, repling with a grin and a " 'vnin'," of his own.

He approached the man, looking to fall into step beside him.
Drawing in his scent, confirming that this was his target. And he wanted to avoid Earp.
"Seein' dem birs?" He asked.
Trying to be less conspicuous.