@thecolourblueย ( claudia vo )ย //ย know no better
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, 80s metal apparently the choice of the night. The Red Herring, despite itโs 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 onย his phone. Finding relative peace amidst cacophony was an ability heโd 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 Rafโs. Perhaps she was simply new in town and looking to shelter from the bitter chill that had settled over Alderhelm for the winter.ย
โFeel free,โย 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.ย โIโll behave. Promise. Might even buy you a round.โ
