@thecolourblue ( claudia vo ) // know no better
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐒, 80s metal apparently the choice of the night. The Red Herring, despite it’s foul stench of sweat, salt and smoke, held an unpretentious kind of charm. What you saw was cheap and dirty, and cheap and dirty was absolutely what you got.
After a long day, Rory was content to simply occupy the shadows of a quiet corner, observing the locals and nursing his beer, occasionally tapping out messages on his phone. Finding relative peace amidst cacophony was an ability he’d had to perfect from a young age, and at times like the present, the occasional raucous distraction was welcome.
A petite figure carefully picking her way through the broad-shouldered fishermen caught his eye. He weighed up ideas as to why she might be there; perhaps a new hire of the Penewaits, or -worse still - a new hire of Raf’s. Perhaps she was simply new in town and looking to shelter from the bitter chill that had settled over Alderhelm for the winter.
❝Feel free,❞ he called out to her above the driving thump of the music, nodding at the empty seats at his table. She seemed to be looking for somewhere to sit. Or maybe she was looking for someone. ❝I’ll behave. Promise. Might even buy you a round.❞
