Chapter 5 – A Pint of the Black Stuff
Chapter 5 – A Pint of the Black Stuff After helping the young lady with her zip, Mr. Salty stepped out of the changing room, his cheeks flushed and his heart pounding. The Govna was waiting, arms folded and a sly grin on his face. “Come on, lad,” The Govna said, patting him firmly on the back. “You need to calm those nerves before tonight kicks off properly.” They left the boutique and walked down the cobbled street to Ye Olde King’s Arms , a classic Irish-style pub with hanging flower baskets and frosted windows. Inside, the scent of hops and roasted barley wrapped around them. The Govna ordered two pints of the black stuff, rich creamy Guinness poured to perfection. “To the night ahead,” The Govna toasted, raising his pint with a nod. Salty took a long sip, the smooth bitterness settling his racing heart. He glanced at The Govna, who was busy scrolling through messages on his gold phone, organising tonight’s private gathering. “Enjoy this pint, Salty,” The Govna said, his...