Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
Watching him drink reminded Raven she hadn't even ordered herself a proper one, so she caught the eye of one of the pretty waitresses, "Guinness please." Because why not get into the spirit right? Besides, the beer had once been described as a roast was put into a blender with gravy poured on top and hops before hitting puree.
She laughed at him again, unabashed but not cruelly, "There's a lotta history in Louisiana, Georgia and Florida you know. Some people died and just didn't leave. I was workin' once," In a house that she had made sure was completely empty before breaking in, mind you, "And saw this little girl not as tall as this stool, wanderin' about the room. My father's nana said there was no one to show her the way to the other side, on account of her parents letting her die."