Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
"Oh hey." Brent's eyes went wide, a perfect match to his pupils, his dark lashes fluttering. "Hey, yeah, but they're good, right? I could probably eat my weight in these things. I might try to." As though intent on proving his claim, he popped a few more gummies into his mouth. "I'm Brent. Your hair looks great. You do that yourself?"