Arlin Landry ran the towel through his dark hair as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the small room still filled with steam from his scalding shower. He still had an hour before he had to be at work, but he preferred getting there early to get the lay of the land. It was a good idea, sometimes, to see who was already heading toward inebriated and trouble. Of course, Killian Finn, the bar’s resident ghost, was good at filling him in on anything he missed once he arrived, or letting him know if something was happening in an area of the bar he couldn’t readily see. Still, it wasn’t like Shades required his bouncing services too often. However, when it did, it was usually some jackass shifters who didn’t live in Draven Falls, visiting simply to stir up s**t. He didn’t need s**t stirre
