The dark wine spun round in the tall, sleek glass as Jack stared into its ever enticing depths,
"Y'allright there, lad?" Asked a bartender who almost comically was cleaning the inside of a glass with a clothwrapped around his hand like in the movies,
"Yeah, am allright, Paddy." He replied, turning on his barstool to face away from him,
"Well don't mind me..." Mumbled the Irishman as he slapped on his fake "Innkeeper" smile and greeted a new customer.
What was Jack doing drinking wine anyway,
"What a bleeding puffs drink." He grumbled to himself though he shouldn't complain: The blood red burgandy reminded him of work.
My colour's Steel!