“TWO NIGHTS IN A row?” Piper Erickson said as she finished wiping down the wooden bar just before Misha slid onto a stool. “As you pointed out last night, you only venture in here once a year. What’s going on?”
Misha sighed as she squirmed on the stool until she was comfortable, leaning on the bar as she did, hands clasped. “Let’s just say it’s been a weird day.” She shrugged. “And that’s putting it mildly.”
Piper chuckled. “You live in Black Hollow. Weird is always in the air.”
Misha watched as the redhead reached under the bar for a glass, setting it on the bar before reaching for a bottle of vodka. The woman then dropped a couple of ice cubes into the glass and poured the alcohol. Misha couldn’t take her eyes off the liquid as it sloshed around the frozen cubes, spinning them slight
