The dimly-lit bar was quiet, save for the soft murmurs of patrons conversing and the clink of glasses being set down on the counter. That is, until a sudden outburst shattered the tranquility.
An old hag, her hair matted and gray, had been sitting alone in the corner, nursing her drink and muttering to herself. Little did CJ know she had been listening in on his story the entire time. Growing more and more angry at the gall of his tale. It was then, that the old hag suddenly sprang to life.
"Liar!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the bar. Every head in the room turned to stare at her, but she didn't seem to notice. "You're a liar! The full moon didn't get you! "
CJ, seemingly unohased by the sudden interruption, faltered in his story. "what do you know of full moons?”
The hag snorted, and spit on the ground before taking another swig from the dirty glass in her hand.” The moon wouldn't even illuminate your path if you were lost in the woods"
The other patrons in the bar slowly went back to their conversations, but the old hag continued to glare at the man, a sneer on her face. CJ looked her dead in the eyes, and felt as if there was something familiar about her.
The old hag cackled to herself and muttering something under her breath. CJ looked back up at Mitzi, his beer now empty, and she quickly plopped another beer in front of him.