Ugh, that fog again. Namgi had encountered it in the past and he knew well enough to dodge it by getting the hell out of Hazleton. That was how he came to be in Portland for the night. Curiously--and unsurprisingly--the news on the television over the bar said nothing about the fog. They didn't the last time it had come, either. Namgi smirked into his drink. No, not surprising at all, given Hazleton's history.
The fog would clear up by the end of the night and Namgi could go back the next morning. For the night, however, he was festively tucked away with several bar goers. The bar was a rather quiet one for Portland. It wasn't in the heart of the weirdness, which suited Namgi just fine. He hated those strange niche bars with the loud hipsters and local musicians. This bar was filled with a handful of older patrons, most of them drinking alone, just like Namgi.
A few younger patrons dotted the bar, however. The loudest people there were a pair of guys in their twenties at the pinball machines toward the back of the bar. Namgi eyed them surreptitiously, then sighed and finished off his drink.
"I'll take another," he said to the bartender.
The fog would clear up by the end of the night and Namgi could go back the next morning. For the night, however, he was festively tucked away with several bar goers. The bar was a rather quiet one for Portland. It wasn't in the heart of the weirdness, which suited Namgi just fine. He hated those strange niche bars with the loud hipsters and local musicians. This bar was filled with a handful of older patrons, most of them drinking alone, just like Namgi.
A few younger patrons dotted the bar, however. The loudest people there were a pair of guys in their twenties at the pinball machines toward the back of the bar. Namgi eyed them surreptitiously, then sighed and finished off his drink.
"I'll take another," he said to the bartender.