Rolo took a swig of bourbon before handing it to Corinne. The bitter and burning taste followed by that heady hit. Such a rough yet powerful drink. Not for the faint of heart. But the occasional swig here and there was enough to get a little buzz going. As a drinker himself, even Rolo couldn't get himself to skol an entire bottle in one sitting. He has seen it done before though, but the guy who did it didn't look like he was going to live for very much longer anyway. 

[color=orange]"Let me tell you a tale baby girl, about two star cross lovers. Joined together by fate and sealed together by love. A tale that spans the ages."[/color] said Rolo.

Ghost stories were Rolos favourites. Fond memories of sitting around the campfire with Chet and few other friends, as young boys. Eating marshmallows and talking about girls. But it was the ghost stories that Rolo liked the most. Back when the world seemed so much bigger than it turned out to be. So much more beautiful and adventurous. Telling such tales, for Rolo, brought back those old familiar feelings. At least, for a little while.

[color=orange]"It all began, many centuries ago. Back when the Esselen people ruled this land. Long before the days of Sea Salt Bay."[/color] Rolo began. 

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Charles spied Rolos bike on the side of the road. Right on the fifth hairpin turn, half-way between the town and Lancaster Manor. Such an odd place to stop it seemed. But Charles himself knew all to well why someone would choose to disembark on that particular spot. What surprised him though was that there were people who were still bold enough to do so. Nobody had been to Lovers Haven for years, not since the incident. And those rumours the incident spawned. Perchance that fat tub of lard was too stupid to be weary of areas that were at the heart of such disturbing urban legends. Though Charles was willing to bet that something else was going on at that location. Something the Salt Bay Turbos wanted to remain clandestine.

[color=yellow]"Hmm"[/color] Charles said to himself.

[color=yellow]"Driver, let's just head on home. We're aren't very far away and I could really use a bath."[/color] said Charles.

The limousine passed the fifth hairpin turn, passed Rolos parked Harley. Charles himself resolved to investigate the area the following day. He was sure that he'd find something interesting. His loyal bloodhound would see to that.