Domestic disputes and divas
L was walking the dogs as I was in front getting the trash and I asked her what went down last night at Pal’s – she huffed and said she hadn’t slept for two hours – then said it was a domestic dispute – the girl (hostage) was in the bathroom when the guy cleared the bar out, and he didn’t even know she was in there, and she managed to sneak out. He got talked off the ledge and finally everyone went home at some ungodly hour in the morning.