“You expect me to believe this cock and bull story?” Did she honestly expect him to accept that werewolves, spirit guides, and supernatural powers existed? Surely he would have seen evidence of such things before tonight, if that were true. Next she would be telling him that Santa Clause existed, and the tooth fairy left quarters under pillows in place of lost teeth. This had to be an alcohol-induced dream and he was actually home, in bed, passed out.
again. Mental note to self, never drink again.