-The Drunken Junker Pub-

[TFinnegan]

Tapping the brass bartop with two fingers, Finn signals Johnny for whiskey. And two glasses.
"Har! 'Dump' 'e says!" Tim hauls his head back to guffaw at the ceiling.
"Takes some nerve callin' me home a dump, son. Oi seen that rat-trap ye flown in on."
"Do they make any o' them what's keeps the atmo' on th' inside? 'Cause Oi aint seen none! Har!"
Finn's smile is huge.

"Aye, ter answer yer question, Oi's well indeed. I'm right hon'rable these days."
He pours the glasses overfull, sloshing the amber liquid across the bar.
"I hardly e'en needs ter run 'yon smuggles, as me investments be self-profitin' at this point, aye?"
"Tha', an Oi've got these 'ere titles, y'see? Congressman, Adjudicator, Boss, Old-Salt, it ne'er ends."

"Tha's nae ter say I dinnae do dirty deeds on th' sly. Some habits be 'ard ter break, aye?"
He slides a glass at Christopher, spilling even more.
"An' hows th' day find you, laddie? Whatchee been doon wif yerself?"

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