Dylan scratched his head as they approached the gate to the graveyard, stepping onto sidewalk and greeting the rest of the world with a slight smile. The bar was a couple blocks' walk but it fairly nice out, if not a bit crisp, and the walk would be nice. He'd left his car at the garage in town, anyways. "Well..." he started, shrugging at her question. "I went to Boston for University. Mostly because of athletics and I kind bummed around the city there for awhile after I graduated." He'd ended up jobless and with a great lack of money at one point, which was no use mentioning. It wasn't his proudest moment. "I came back here when I was 26," he finished, giving a slight smile. Almost ten years ago, crazy. "And you?"