Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
There were worse things, he supposed, than to look like a seal. So he leaned into the comparison for her next throw, clapping his hands together and making an awkward and completely incorrect guess at the noise such a beast would make. It may have helped: He actually caught the next gummy she threw. He chewed it loudly, open-mouthed, quite pleased with himself.
"Haunted?" His eyes went wide. "C'mon now. Did you ever see a ghost or something yourself or are you just saying that. You're pulling my leg, aren't you."