Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
Raven took a few gulps of her beer to wash down the gummy snacks with glee, happy to have one of her favorite drinks and just as pleased to realize that it wasn't from a bottle. She nodded casually though, amused by his reaction to her story, "Yeah for real."
But at his question she shook her head, face twisting as she rolled her eyes, "Naw man I had shit to do, I finished my job and got the hell out, she just sort of stared at me all sad like. Her lips moved but she didn't speak." Empathy wasn't Raven's strong suit, admittedly. It made her better at her job though so she had never really worked to change that, "Why, you think you would talk to a ghost if you saw one?"