Abel Magia & The Two Apprentices

Chapter 4 - To Drink, Dope and Teleportaion

Skhulz reached McGinly tavern. The tavern, had a main front entrance, those who were from out of town would use where as locals would use the back entrance. A brick archway and cobblestone pavement led to the back door. Upon entering the premises you get an idea of how dated the place is the place had not changed in a hundred years or so there was an old musty smell but that was to be expected. The interior was mostly all wooden and  where wood was vacant there were bricks. On the walls were pictures of the owner and his family and the tavern itself. Various trad instruments, such as the violin, mandolin, and guitar hung above the stage. Historic documents and other bits and pieces of Irish heritage were all around to be seen. There were photos of Parnell, Collins, DeValera, Joyce, Wild, Heaney, Yeats to name but a few Irish heroes. 

Old man McGin was as blind as a bat, so he wore huge black-framed glasses the lens of which were fairly thick. He had shortish grey hair and a bold patch at the top of his head. He had on his grey apron when working and usually carried around a wash cloth. 

 there was a man clad in black in the corner under the stairs. This was normally where Skhulz and his pals would sit but hey ho, first come first serve I guess that goes for the choice of seat.

"Pint of Guinness Mr McGin." Skhulz asked in his usual chirpy manner. taking out a crisp 10 euro note from the wallet he had taken earlier. and placing it on the bar.

"Aye." Old man McGin responded grabbing a Guinness glass and started to pour in the ale. He made a point of reminding his customers to there previous drunken endeavours in his tavern. "You and your friends were fairly wasted last week were ya not?" he said carrying on pouring the pint nice and steadly.

Skhulz just rolled his eyes "yea, yea, I know, and yea we were a bit drun last week. I apologise for any inconcienancet 

WYour lucky I dotn bar you" old man McGinn said

Skhulz looked away and quickly changed the topic  "Is Sean up there Mr McGin." Skhulz asked trying to sound polite and formal

"Aye he is," old man McGin said quaintly, never one to engage in a conversation with younger folk. In-fact he was not one to engage in conversation for too long regardless of age, quite unusual for a bar man to be so anti-social.

Old man McGin had finished pouring the pint of Guiness and now left it aside to settle. He picked up the tenner Skhulz had left on the bar for him "that will be 4.20," he said as he opened the till.  "And 5.80 in change." Mr Mcginn said.

"Grand, cheers for that Mr McGin." Skhulz said taking a delightfully quick sip of his pint and savouring the taste licking his lips to get rid of the white Guinness moustache he had obtained.

Skhulz walked up the stairs when he reached the second floor he seen Sean McGin who was in behind the bar. There was no other being around. The decorous remained more or less the same as it was downstairs.

"Skhulz my man I thought I heard you down stairs talking with the old man." Sean said, in a positive mood. That was Sean McGin always positive. Sean clenched his fist out to bump with Skhuls who duly obliged. Sean was fairly tall, like his father but just not as bulky, the glasses Sean wore, were identical to those his father wore, just of a smaller frame and lens his. He was a bit of an alcoholic and by the look of the two empty bottles on the bar he had already had started drinking, 

"drinking on the job?" Skhulz asked that might be the reason why Sean was so upbeat, and more sociable than his father.

"Ah you know me Skhulz never to early, just don't tell the old man. So I assume you want a bag Skhulz? Never to early for you is it." Sean pointed out. He was assorting the various types of weed by their high content into jars .