Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
Unsurprisingly, given all his other odd behavior, Brent leaned into her scratches. He laughed, nodding happily, and sipped at his beer as they both straightened up.
"You have?" He looked incredulous. He bolstered himself with a quick chug of what remained of his beer. He signaled for another and the waitress quickly moved to comply. He settled in, comfortable with his companion and his freshly replenished drink. "Tell me everything. I gotta know everything. But don't make it too scary."