"I'm not gonna leave whiskey anywhere. My ancestors would turn in their graves. Both sides." There, how was that for believing in ghosts? Gabriel kept his chin propped up on Tyler's shoulder for a few moments more, then he let go to look around instead, appearing to suddenly be a lot more interested in this ghost-hunting endeavour. Of course, there was a reason for that. "I wonder what the odds are of finding some abandoned whiskey here... Greater than the odds of you stumbling upon a ghost, I reckon."

And a lot more exciting, as far as he was concerned.