Since it was on the main drag, the owner had accentuated the Irish look with surface timbers and stucco. A neon sign hung like a marquee over the entrance. It was a local hangout, loud, boisterous, and occasionally the scene of a good old-fashioned Yankee brawl. Generally late at night when the vacationing families with children were all safely tucked away in their hotel rooms. Fortunately, it was still early on a weeknight. Even so, the bar was filling up pretty quickly. “The Monster Mash” was playing at manageable decibels when they entered the pub, and a string of light-up skeletons and pumpkins danced across the mirror behind the bar. Someone had made little beer bottles and placed one in each skeleton’s hand. Liv never ceased to be amazed at the lengths that Celebration Bay residents would go to celebrate holidays. “Wow, I expected the place to be packed,” Liv said over the music.
