BigSaltyDog

  Chapter 6 – Meet McFinleyyy The limo pulled up outside McFinleyyy’s Irish Bar, tucked between towering Manhattan glass buildings. A glowing green neon shamrock flickered above the door. Inside, the scent of Guinness and fried food wrapped around them like an old friend. Behind the bar stood McFinleyyy himself, a broad-shouldered man with a thick black beard flecked with grey, hair tied back in a neat bun, and eyes that sparkled with mischief. He wore a black t-shirt stretched over his chest, displaying tattoos of Celtic knots winding down his arms. “Look who’s here!” McFinleyyy roared, spreading his arms wide. “The Govna and Dannyboy. Hold all da chipsiieee!!!!” Dannyboy burst out laughing. “I missed that catchphrase, Finleyyy.” Oh Dannyboy, the pipes are calling you... The Govna chuckled, lighting a cigar as he settled into his favourite leather stool. “Yeah, yeah, yeah… pour me the black stuff, lad.” McFinleyyy slid them two fresh pints with perfect creamy heads. The bar bustle...