ot too long ago, Aine would have been surrounded by greenery. She would have felt the mist on her face and watched the fog roll across the fields. Now, here she was, neck deep in dust and going through boxes filled with useless things. No one truly knows how much useless crap they have accumulated in their lifetime until it comes time to pack and unpack it. Truly, she knows she should have thrown most of it away.
Started fresh. But there is a part of her that knew she would long for the familiar. No matter how stifling her home life had seemed at the time. She would always be a girl from Ireland, cherishing her time spent on the moor. Now, however, she was going to make the most of her circumstances. Everything and everyone else be damned.

he first order of business was to unpack the kitchen and her bedroom. Everything else could wait. Some things were just more essential than others. Or so said Google when she researched the process of moving house. The day had long since been lost to her and already this new house was starting to look and feel like a home. Not quite like her home, but she would make it so. With a long repressed sigh,
Aine stood and swiped the lingering dust from her clothes. It was time for a break. Or to call it quits for the night. She hadn't decided yet. But there was one thing that was sure to make this small town Irish girl more at home. A pint.

t took a lot longer than Aine deemed necessary to find a tavern. The place was under construction and after standing outside the door for a good five minutes debating with herself, she finally walked in. The first thing Aine noticed was the quiet. The taverns she was used to were rowdy and this silence made an eerie chill skate along her spine. A quick glance over her shoulder at the door before she managed to push the feeling aside. She wanted a drink. She wanted to fit in. She wanted to not feel so alone, even if it was an illusion. She would get used to it, damn it! Mental beratement finished, she walked towards the bar.

he first thing Aine notices is the brooding but handsome figure seated at the bar. How could she not with his olive complexion and dark features. If she could see aura's his would be dark blue, with flashing neon lights that said to 'back the fuck off'. He was certainly not giving off a friendly vibe. Great. Just what she needed.
Her first night in town and she was going to be seated next to the town grouch. Wonderful. Truly. The sarcastic tone of her mind made a smile spill across her youthful features. Well, she was going to have a pint and she was not about to let this dude's bad mood ruin it for her. Walking by, she bypasses the stool directly at his side and opts for the one down from it -- settling her sleek, long legged frame atop it. Perfect.

ine lifted a hand and motioned for the bartender. She wasn't sure of the protocall and so she simply waited to be addressed. A minute of two ticked by while she sat there and before she knew it, Aine was taking a peek at Mr. Dark and Mysterious through the long silky curtain of her hair. The bartender made his way over while she spying and asked for her order. Knowing she had been caught red-handed, so to speak, caused a lovely flush to heat the pale hue of her skin. A slight embarrassed clearing of the throat followed by her Irish lilt "A pint of Guinness, please." She gave him a nervous smile when he slid the drink towards her and was grateful to have something to do with her hands. Lifting the drink to her lips she took a long sip before sighing in satisfaction. At least a Guinness was a Guinness, even if you weren't in Ireland to drink it. Smiling, she saluted the bartender with her glass before taking another sip. All the while doing her best to pretend the stranger to her left was invisible.