The first night of the celebration seemed to be winding down fairly early. It wasn't quite midnight yet, but the revelers, visitors, and rabblerousers all seemed to have had their fair share of excitement for the day. At the beginning of the evening, the group had a rendezvous at the Dog Eye for a quick drink and a general plan. Under Caleb's direction, they formulated a quick plan. They broke into three groups of two: Caleb and Gabby, Daniel and Sky Dog, Randolph and Coraline. Two groups would patrol two lengths of the block for a time, while a third held down the fort at the Dog Eye Saloon, their rendezvous point in case of trouble. Every once in a while, the groups would rotate, giving one a rest, so that someone was always fresh.

As the crowd began to dissipate, the newly minted law dogs sat down for a spell to discuss their day and their plans for the next. The night had been fairly uneventful, generally speaking, aside from minor squabbles and meaningless drunken brawls and the occasional misunderstanding. Needless to say with so many deputies to man the place, the shine of a tin star and a stern word were often enough to set things straight, though sometimes a stern hand was needed as well. No bullets were fired thankfully.

The saloon's namesake himself came by as they all sat down. His own saloon was mostly empty by this point, most everyone having drunken themselves into a stupor and gone home. "Can I get y'all a quick drink 'fore the night's over?" A quarter could get a glass of beer here or a spot of whiskey, and a half dollar would get good whiskey - or as good as you might expect at a place like the Dog Eye Saloon.

Randolph passes McNary a half-eagle, "This should take care of everyone's thirst, I expect -- the good stuff for those that want whiskey."

He was glad to have his first night behind a badge come to a successful conclusion and well-disposed toward his fellow deputies. He raised his glass in salute to each of them before taking a long sip. Surprisingly, it actual was good whiskey and Darling felt its warmth spread from his stomach through his body.

"Whiskey for me as well, Mr. McNary," Morgan said. "Thank you kindly, Mr. Darling."

Morgan took a sip of the liquor, appreciating its warmth. He set the glass on the bar, willing himself to wait before imbibing more. Much as he wanted to relax, to settle down after the night's events, he found it difficult to do so, especially when he had been focused on being vigilant for so many hours.

Even so, the lawman allowed himself to enjoy the company he was in. They were good people all and he was genuinely happy to be amongst them.