Having followed the directions that Madi had given to him, Fin found himself standing in front of Charlie?s, staring up at the...horns of some great beastie. They proudly adorned the wooden facade of the building and Fin had never seen the like, not even on the shaggy Highland cows back in Scotland. It was a curious picture painted, the feel of the building, of which the Scot was taking careful stock before crossing the street and entering into it.
He had no wariness regarding the building itself nor its proprietor - Madi was like a ray of sunshine, so warm and sweet. It reminded him of sun-warmed honey collected fresh from the hive, fingers and lips sticky with it when he couldn?t resist a taste or five of the syrupy nectar, the sound of bees humming nearby as they buzzed amongst the pink heather and yellow gorse that blanketed the land during the hottest months. Happier days. Maybe that was why he took to her so quickly, she reminded him of home in odd little ways - quirks that were interpreted completely out of context but in a way he didn?t think she would mind did she know them.
In his mind, it also boded well that she and her man, Tag, had a growing family. He liked that it was a family business, that he might have a chance to belong to a group like that, even if only tangentially and purely by coincidence. Since moving to RhyDin, Fin had given over much of his thought to the past - to Scotland, how he missed it, missed everything that was forever beyond his grasp. But what of the present? Slowly, so slowly, it had dawned on him that he had the opportunity to make a new family here and hadn?t he already gotten started on that? Sure, he could number the members of the rag-tag crew on one hand but at least he knew he could count on them without question. Some ties were stronger than blood.
Speaking of blood?
Though the establishment was found and recognized, Fin still lingered across the street, finishing his cigarette while leaning against the corner of a convenience store that seemed plunked down in this neighborhood without regard for whether or not it belonged there. The West End, moreso than any other place in RhyDin, seemed a mismatched patchwork of buildings and people that didn?t have anywhere else to go, no other region to which they belonged. A grouping of misfits and outcasts, those that wished to stay below the radar or couldn?t afford digs anywhere else, this section of the city had a reputation for ruthlessness and an uncaring roughness; it held the flavor of lawlessness. Oddly enough, Fin felt comfortable here and didn?t mind that this was where he?d be working despite Madi?s warning that she would close earlier than most bars due to the surrounding area and not wanting to invite trouble. This wasn?t a street he could remember frequenting so he felt a proper period of observation was necessary to gauge for himself the dangers inherent.
He had no wariness regarding the building itself nor its proprietor - Madi was like a ray of sunshine, so warm and sweet. It reminded him of sun-warmed honey collected fresh from the hive, fingers and lips sticky with it when he couldn?t resist a taste or five of the syrupy nectar, the sound of bees humming nearby as they buzzed amongst the pink heather and yellow gorse that blanketed the land during the hottest months. Happier days. Maybe that was why he took to her so quickly, she reminded him of home in odd little ways - quirks that were interpreted completely out of context but in a way he didn?t think she would mind did she know them.
In his mind, it also boded well that she and her man, Tag, had a growing family. He liked that it was a family business, that he might have a chance to belong to a group like that, even if only tangentially and purely by coincidence. Since moving to RhyDin, Fin had given over much of his thought to the past - to Scotland, how he missed it, missed everything that was forever beyond his grasp. But what of the present? Slowly, so slowly, it had dawned on him that he had the opportunity to make a new family here and hadn?t he already gotten started on that? Sure, he could number the members of the rag-tag crew on one hand but at least he knew he could count on them without question. Some ties were stronger than blood.
Speaking of blood?
Though the establishment was found and recognized, Fin still lingered across the street, finishing his cigarette while leaning against the corner of a convenience store that seemed plunked down in this neighborhood without regard for whether or not it belonged there. The West End, moreso than any other place in RhyDin, seemed a mismatched patchwork of buildings and people that didn?t have anywhere else to go, no other region to which they belonged. A grouping of misfits and outcasts, those that wished to stay below the radar or couldn?t afford digs anywhere else, this section of the city had a reputation for ruthlessness and an uncaring roughness; it held the flavor of lawlessness. Oddly enough, Fin felt comfortable here and didn?t mind that this was where he?d be working despite Madi?s warning that she would close earlier than most bars due to the surrounding area and not wanting to invite trouble. This wasn?t a street he could remember frequenting so he felt a proper period of observation was necessary to gauge for himself the dangers inherent.