Harry Dresden (dresden) wrote in valloic, @ 2020-04-02 03:55:00 |
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This world was all sorts of crazy and what Harry needed more than anything was some semblance of normalcy. The image of sitting at the bar at McAnally’s sprang into his head and he couldn’t shake it. He doubted there was anywhere even remotely like it in this world, but with a little luck there might be a half-decent bottle of beer somewhere. Harry hit the streets, moving through the city like the man on a mission he was. Each bar or pub he came to he gave a cursory glance and discarded. Too many people; too many youngsters; music too loud and worst of all too many umbrellas! Hell’s bells, how did anyone get a drink in those places without poking an eye out? Eventually he found a place that claimed ‘craft beer’ and Harry had to grateful it seemed like an honest-to-goodness pub, rather than the wanna-be hot-spots he’d eliminated along the way. He headed inside and immediately felt more at home than he had since he’d arrived. The oak, the tables, the sticky floor all told Harry that this was a place that took its beer seriously. That the barman didn’t have a huge beard that required time-consuming upkeep added to the homeliness. “I’ll take a beer,” Harry told the barman and held up his hand as he was asked for further information. “Whatever you recommend is good for me,” he said and caught a smile of satisfaction from the barman. As he waited Harry took a glance around the place and spied serious looking men drinking seriously. With a nod of satisfaction he paid and took his beer to a table and sat down with a deep sign and contemplated his current predicament. |