Gina slowly sipped from her glass and absently tore at the edge of a spare beer mat, watching as Alan gave his order and money to the young, pretty bartender. Hold there, I’ll get myself a Stella and be right back.” What will you have? Oh you’ve already got yourself a beer. “It’s okay, I’ve only just sat down myself.” “God, I’m sorry I’m late, Gina.” He slid into the wooden booth opposite her, not yet shedding his threadbare woolen coat. His red hair was plastered to his forehead and water dripped from his nose. After glancing around at the décor for a few minutes, mostly Guinness signs and rugby memorabilia, she pulled off her wet coat and placed it on the seat beside her, trying to concentrate on the warmth of the pub rather than her damp jeans.Ī tall, thin man entered and glanced around the nearly empty pub until his eyes rested on the lone girl. She grabbed a cardboard beer mat from across the table and put her glass down, conscious of the already sticky surface. GINA SLID INTO THE WOODEN BOOTH of the dimly lit pub, clutching her cold glass of Smithwick’s and watching to be sure the golden liquid didn’t spill over the brim.
A Beer and Tentacles – The Old Man – illustration by Robert Elrod – click to enlarge
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