4: Hazel.

“It’s late and I’m tired. Remind me again why you’re dragging me out?” I sigh as I shove my hands deeper into my winter coat and walk up the next block with Caleb.

“It’s literally across the street, how am I dragging you out? Besides, this will be worth your while.”

“Doubt it.” I can even hear the grumble in my own voice.

Jingle Bar is the worst bar in Troping. Lucky for us, it also happens to be the only bar. It’s decorated for Christmas year-round like the rest of the town, but this place got stuck in 1975 and hasn’t budged since. The worst part is all the decorations are creepy as fuck, like something your grandmother made you put out every year no matter how much it scared the kids. Oh, and there’s karaoke, which makes this officially the last place I’d ever want to be on a Friday night.

It’s not like there’s a lot going on in town, but this isn’t my first or fifteenth choice for entertainment in Troping. Jingle Bar falls right below visiting the fish hatchery on Route 4.

The smel