*A medium built man walks into the bar. Its Finn, Finn McCool. The Drunkin' Dubliner. Taking a look around, he nods in approval. Lots of folk here, all of the merry sort. But, its missing something*
"Aye, this place is lackin' one thing. A drunkin' Dubliner. Hehe"
*After looking around, Finn makes his way to the bar. After eyeing the wide array of bottles and liquers, he knocks on the bar*
"Oye, I'll take yer finest whiskey. Make it a double in fact lad."
*After receiving the drink and downing it, he looks around... sizing people up and seeing if anyone in the bar looks like a challenge in the waiting. A challenge, not of might and strenth, but of patience, of courage, of stamina. A challenge of drink!*