Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
Brent opened his mouth, though he was decidedly less coordinated than his new friend. The gummy bounced off his upper lip and skittered to the floor. Undaunted, he tried again, his mouth agape, his tongue sticking out like a child catching snowflakes.
"Mardi Gras looks awesome. I've never been. You're from the real deal? The real New Orleans one? What's it like? Really?"