Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
Raven laughed at his antics with no sign of cruelty in her voice or expression, instead taking delight in this off-the-cuff slightly manic man she had stumbled onto.
"Holy shit, are you fucking with me?" A traffic cone? For serious? She had so many questions. How for one, or maybe more importantly, why. It didn't even have the adrenaline rush factor of her stupid antics, "No wait, I believe you, goddamn. I mean, I've done reckless things just for the sheer unholy joy of it so I guess I shouldn't judge."
Raven finished off her beer and signaled for another from the cute waitress before waving her arms at him, "Lookie." She pivoted around for a moment and checked behind her before hooking her ankles around the stool and leaning all the way back, spine bending around the stool. Her hands grabbed onto the support pole for the stool so she could unhook her legs, lifting them so they could criss cross and hover over the seat. Raven made sure she was balanced before folding her hands under her head like she was going to take a nap and grinned daringly at him, "I win!"