Gemotions

"I need another pint," Finn barked at the bartender, his voice thick with dissatisfaction. He’d learned about the half-sister from a distant cousin, a casual aside during a recent family gathering. The information had settled over him like a suffocating blanket.

He knocked back the beer, the cold liquid barely registering on his palate. His usual haunts felt different, less welcoming. The laughter of the other patrons grated on his nerves.

He thought of the woman, and he loathed the thought of dealing with this complication in his life. He slammed the empty glass on the counter. The world seemed overly full.