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Finn finished wiping down the empty bar for the fifth time and sighed. He'd heard about the big costume party, of course. You couldn't walk into a store without hearing someone talking about it. With a lifetime spent in Boston, he didn't really think about it affecting business. After all, in the city, one event didn't shut down every other social venue in town.

This was, he was now realizing, not Boston. And if half the town was out at a party, the chances were likely that half contained the people likely to patronize a bar on a Friday night. Namely his bar. Which was, he assumed, why the place had been nearly dead-empty for the past hour for the first time since he'd opened.