During another busy night, you closed out someones tab, handing them back their card. It was pretty late at night, so most people were starting to leave. As you thought you could relax for a moment, you were approached by a hood-wearing skeleton.

Ay, sup! I’ll take a cosmopolitan, if you don’t mind.

Dance sat down by the bar, sending you a wink. He was a little intoxicated, but not even close to wasted. The skeleton drummed his fingers on the table to the beat of the music, watching you.