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In a town near Bharraich Caisteal
Monday, February 1, 2016
Sitting in a dark corner at the pub, Hugh saw one of the distillery’s ex-employees, Finlay MacAuliffe, walk in with downcast eyes. He was probably already drunk since he could barely manage to navigate around tables and chairs as he made his way to the bar.
Though the place was not crowded at this late morning hour, it took several minutes for the bartender to notice him sitting there without a drink, he was so quiet. “What are you having?”
Finlay, who was staring at the grooves and scratches in the wooden bar surface didn’t hear the question and lifted his head slowly with a confused look on his face. “Say what?”
“I said, what’ll you have?”
“Oh. Sorry. I’ll have a pint. Cheapest you got,” he said, returning his eyes to t
