Chapter 33
Dylan had seen a lot of strange things in the six years he’d been tending bar at The Plough. It was a hard-drinker’s bar when he bought it and he saw no reason to change that. Most of the folks here were solos or came in with their mates, drank with their mates, and left with their mates. Even the regulars at the bar hadn’t built any community to speak of. The Plough was not a place anyone came to meet people. Even the business girls could come in and not be bothered while they drank.
Dylan had done his time in the Royal Marines and had one hard and fast rule: no fighting indoors. Folks knew if they started a fight, they’d be having a free trip out the door—the reason it swung both ways. And if they didn’t land until they hit the trash bins on the far side of the alley, that w
