Re: in-person: connie/patrick
This place didn't even have a story. It was just connected rooms with dudes in shitty costumes. No way some guy jumping out at me in zombie gear's going to scare me. [His chest was puffed out, and his voice had taken on the tone of boastful teasing. But he'd grown up in the real HalloweenTown, and he was immune to jump-scares.] You'd make the ghost tours so good, sis, that the scaredy cats of the world wouldn't know what to do. And maybe don't retire yet. I just got here. [He winked, but he knew that smile of hers. It was Webster's smile, and Patrick didn't have that smile in him. He loved his sis without measure, but sometimes she was a lot like Webster.
Dramatically, he placed a hand over his heart.] Seniors dancing? Be still my heart, sis! I don't know if I can handle it. [He was chuckling by the time he took the ale from her, and Patrick looked like Budweiser, but he was a little more hipster than that, especially when it came to his beer. His music taste, not so much. He and Taylor Swift were likethis. He took a swallow, and he smacked his lips after, drawing it out to be a pest.] It's good. Not as good as dancing seniors, but good.
Well, I'm home, and I'm staying home. That's what I wanted to tell you. [He took another swallow, and then he set the beer on the counter.] Deputy Gunster, at your service. [Which he paired with a flourish of his new, shiny badge, set on the counter and then nudged toward her.] But I want to hear about your friends, and you can tell me if I need to punch someone in the face. My afternoon's free, so there's time to ice my knuckles after.