He’s hiding. Behind the bar. Ludger really doesn’t need to get hit and make a total fool of himself.
“Why couldn’t this city just have one normal holiday. One, normal holiday.”
Mary has been sitting at said bar for the past hour or so herself, watching the mini chaos ensue. At the sound of the man’s voice, she hummed in return.
“Is this what Valentine’s Day normally entails? I didn’t think it was like this, from what everyone else was saying for the past two weeks. It's a lot more.. forced, isn't it?”
















