As the salt blew across the counter, the man sitting next to Erin seemed to determine that his time would be better spent far the fuck away from this place. He got up and hauled ass out the door, and Erin watched with an amused expression. "Well, Casper, if you can clear the room out by closing you'll be close to beating my record." she said, starting to feel a chill. Did she just issue a challenge to a ghost? Was she really that bored?
...Yes, yes she was. What else was she going to do on a Sunday night?