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pullmeapintFinn finished wiping down the empty bar for the fifth time and sighed. He'd heard about the big costume party, of course. You couldn't walk into a store without hearing someone talking about it. With a lifetime spent in Boston, he didn't really think about it affecting business. After all, in the city, one event didn't shut down every other social venue in town.
This was, he was now realizing, not Boston. And if half the town was out at a party, the chances were likely that half contained the people likely to patronize a bar on a Friday night. Namely his bar. Which was, he assumed, why the place had been nearly dead-empty for the past hour for the first time since he'd opened.
This was, he was now realizing, not Boston. And if half the town was out at a party, the chances were likely that half contained the people likely to patronize a bar on a Friday night. Namely his bar. Which was, he assumed, why the place had been nearly dead-empty for the past hour for the first time since he'd opened.
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Date: 2015-03-17 11:04 pm (UTC)"Well, I'll just have to check around until I find something of yours that's not so scrawny," she said with a wink as she headed out the door. She was glad that Finn was going to come to the party. It didn't take long for you to realize that a place like Siren Cove had a very active social calendar to be enjoyed.