A frown creased the spirit's brow, its eyes darted around as if in search of something. It sniffed the air like a hound, nostrils twitching every other second.
"Something stinks." It spoke up.
"Must be Arrow's breath." Maureen joked.
Arrow silently exclaimed, he raised his hands and made a gesture that asked, "Why am I being pulled into this?"
Phoebe sniffed the air as well, mimicking the spirit. When David did the same thing, Maureen hissed at them. "Stop that you dummies, you are drawing attention to us. People will begin to think that this is the table were the weirdos are sitting."
"Arrow's red eyes are not helping, that ship has sailed." Connie snickered.
Arrow called for a waiter to refill his glass with more alcohol. He could fight Maureen, but he could not the teenage ghost.
"I feel an energy shift, but I do not know what I am feeling exactly. Whatever it is, I don't think it's good news." The Saxon spirit mumbled, a glint of worry crossed its eyes.
