"Now there's the bright spot to my night," Finn called out, already drawing her pint so that it was ready and sliding across the bar seconds after she sat down. "Truth be told, I'm glad I didn't get that one. Having nightly conversations with my dead grandfather is bad enough. I really, really don't want to know what's going on in the minds of half the people in here. Especially on a Friday night when the hookups start getting planned."

He reached out with his own power when a near-drunk at the end of the bar almost missed getting his glass back on the wood surface. "So how're you doing? Still on the outs with your sister?"