#writtenrotten: heather mason

[tragedyloved]

@writtenrotten / with Heather Mason.

He has a love hate relationship with bartending. On the one hand, it's easy to find a place that's running low on hands and will look the other way at a guy requesting temp work. On the other hand, it means the bars are seedy places just as apt to be haunted as the motels he frequents. Sometimes it's not so easy to tell until he's closing up for the night all on his lonesome. Other times, it's right there in his face for a whole shift and he has to ignore it until it disappears. If it disappears.

That's the kind of thing he's dealing with tonight when she walks into the bar. His attention slips, suddenly getting a familiar sensation that makes him roll his neck a little. She doesn't look familiar. He almost hopes she takes a booth, but the bar isn't very crowded. Henry glances away from her and fills another patron's mug. When he looks for the ghost he's been keeping an eye on, he realizes it's gone. It's moved. He doesn't like that. It's going to be a problem for closing time.

At least the blonde isn't a ghost.

"Hi. ...Um, what can I get you?"