"I think we already covered that with the 'crazy' discussion," he replied as he reached out to grab the change the bartender had brought back from their newest round. Right about then, something pinged off his forehead and bounced off the countertop. He glared at the pretzel and then looked up at Faith, eyebrow arched.
"Nice shot," he remarked. "A little more practice and you might be able to kill a vamp with that thing." He flicked the pretzel off the bar. The light ting of it hitting the bottle of the man sitting beside his original target was swallowed in the noise of the bar, the pretzel disappearing somewhere behind the bar.