Finn's Pub - Open to all

[anddowntothesea]

Some days, you just want to get drunk. He's not drinking as hard before he went to New York, but just because he's a reformed character doesn't mean that he's suddenly a monk or something. Given recent events, he figures he deserves a night out. He's not exactly suited, but he is wearing one of his good shirts, his boots, his hair pulled back into a knot on the back of his head. He likes spending time at Finn's - the atmosphere is good, there's decent music on the jukebox, the beer keeps flowing.

Now if only there was someone to sit on the stool next to him. Make the night a little bit more interesting.

He's idly sketching on a napkin, anyone who catches his eye. He glances up from time to time, getting the lines right. He did say the other day that he'd be better at portraits if he practiced.

He lifts his glass only to find that it's empty.

"Ah, shit."