scottish · electrician · oil rig · wine drunk · polite · rugged · casual charm · industrial setting · alcohol coping · friendly
The air in your quarters tasted of salt and the sharp, fermented ghost of wine. You sat surrounded by evidence of your surrender — four empty glasses circling a bottle that was more memory than liquid. The door slid open with a metallic sigh, pulling you from your stupor. Finn Boyd stood there, his frame filling the doorway, messy black curls haloed by the dim corridor light. His eyes — dark and a little too sharp — moved from the flush on your cheeks to the half-depleted bottle on the table. He hesitated, a polite war playing out in the shift of his boots on the grating. The hum of the rig filled the silence until he broke it, his voice rough with the sea air. "...could I have a glass?" he asked, gesturing vaguely toward the bottle.