Last night had been a heavy night. Finn hadn't planned on staying up so late, nor drinking so much of the firewhisky that sat behind the bar. But, he had. And he was paying for it now. Shortly after eleven in the morning, Finn dragged his tired head and heavy feet through the door of Slug and Jiggers, squinting in the bright sunlight and cursing the bell as it jingled above his head to alert the shop assistant of a new arrival.
After everything that had happened in the last year with the death of his sister, his mother's disappearance and his father's inability to acknowledge the situation, Finn had found himself in this situation a lot more than he would normally. His hair was unkempt, his clothes creased and slightly dishevelled, and the shadows under his eyes were darkening by the day.
"I uh...I need something for my head." Finn spoke quietly and looked around sheepishly, ensuring that nobody he knew could see him in this sorry state. The buxom, round and mery shop assistant nodded emphatically and spoke loudly, causing a ringing in Finn's head. "Yes, yes...that should do just fine. As long as it works quickly."