The question to the bartender caught the blonde’s attention and she turned slightly to lean one elbow on the bar. Valerie’s gaze lingered on the brunette who’d asked it before she looked towards the guy for the answer. If she didn’t know herself it was a safe bet that she wasn’t a regular. Though she could still be local. A weird feeling ran through her, not familiarity, the woman was a stranger. It wasn’t unpleasant either, no tingle of warning that danger lurked. So what was it? Valerie couldn’t put her finger on it and welcomed the distraction as he finally paused from cleaning to look at them.
“I’ve never seen any ghosts but…” He leaned on the bar, lowered his voice so nobody else heard. “You know, freaky shit happens all the time. A month ago some guy went to use the bathroom, runs out screaming, said the door handle burned him. They found his skin still stuck to it.”
He stood up with a shudder and grabbed the nearest glass to clean.
Valerie arched her eyebrows and nodded. “That sounds…” True. “Awful.” Well, she wouldn’t be using the facilities in the place, that was for sure. Ghosts or not, something had caused that, and she knew it would be highly unlikely that anyone would seriously entertain the thought. Beyond the spooky what if, that cloaked the supernatural so well. She sipped at her drink and shared a look with the brunette to see her reaction. Not everyone chose to believe these things were fake. There were a rare few that saw past the surreal and found the truth. The blonde thought of Brian, then remembered why she was there and focused.
“I heard a girl got attacked here last week, is that true?” The question that rolled off her tongue had been a lie, but a plausible one that Valerie had no issue in using. She sipped her drink and cast her gaze to the bartender.
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on 2013-09-05 04:56 am (UTC)“I’ve never seen any ghosts but…” He leaned on the bar, lowered his voice so nobody else heard. “You know, freaky shit happens all the time. A month ago some guy went to use the bathroom, runs out screaming, said the door handle burned him. They found his skin still stuck to it.”
He stood up with a shudder and grabbed the nearest glass to clean.
Valerie arched her eyebrows and nodded. “That sounds…” True. “Awful.” Well, she wouldn’t be using the facilities in the place, that was for sure. Ghosts or not, something had caused that, and she knew it would be highly unlikely that anyone would seriously entertain the thought. Beyond the spooky what if, that cloaked the supernatural so well. She sipped at her drink and shared a look with the brunette to see her reaction. Not everyone chose to believe these things were fake. There were a rare few that saw past the surreal and found the truth. The blonde thought of Brian, then remembered why she was there and focused.
“I heard a girl got attacked here last week, is that true?” The question that rolled off her tongue had been a lie, but a plausible one that Valerie had no issue in using. She sipped her drink and cast her gaze to the bartender.