EP - Long Overdue Arrival
When Turlough opens a door into a cupboard, looking for a place to hide out from classes this wasn't exactly what he had in mind. The book in his pocket is a nestled parcel of mystery waiting to unfold, but since he's just opened a door that really shouldn't have much more behind it than a few mops and brushes and a wall, but has a whole bar in it instead, he's not exactly complaining.
He sidles in, letting the door swing shut behind him. He doesn't think about how he might get away from here, he's more interested in where here is exactly. He's in his usual Brendon School Uniform, not that it really matters, but he hopes he will get served looking like a child. He is old enough to drink. Just about. Hah.
There isn't anyone serving at the bar, so he approaches and sets in to wait for the bartender, whoever that might be. He only wants a cup of tea for the moment anyway. He looks unremarkable, except for his rather obvious shock of ginger hair, but what is probably a little strange is that he doesn't appear phased by the idea of a bar turning up in his school's broom cupboard. Weirder things have happened to Turlough over the years.
He plonks himself down on a barstool; pulls out his book; leans his elbows on the bar-surface; and begins to read. He's totally botherable. He'd like to know how to get some tea for a start...
tiny weeny tag: turlough
He sidles in, letting the door swing shut behind him. He doesn't think about how he might get away from here, he's more interested in where here is exactly. He's in his usual Brendon School Uniform, not that it really matters, but he hopes he will get served looking like a child. He is old enough to drink. Just about. Hah.
There isn't anyone serving at the bar, so he approaches and sets in to wait for the bartender, whoever that might be. He only wants a cup of tea for the moment anyway. He looks unremarkable, except for his rather obvious shock of ginger hair, but what is probably a little strange is that he doesn't appear phased by the idea of a bar turning up in his school's broom cupboard. Weirder things have happened to Turlough over the years.
He plonks himself down on a barstool; pulls out his book; leans his elbows on the bar-surface; and begins to read. He's totally botherable. He'd like to know how to get some tea for a start...
tiny weeny tag: turlough