Gav and the Lighthouse Part 2.
Que the lights...
He slips on the empty bottle of rum strewn across the floor.
"That wee bit fairy knows what tis better for her. Good, di'n't need a stinkin' fairy look over me."
Shaking his head, bits of skin flake from his scalp. "Hee hee, i made it snow" he proclaims. While attempting to sweep away the cobwebs from his boozed haze, he sits upon the table.
"This be a good night for a storm i thinks" shuffling through the incomplete deck of cards now in his hands. "Argh, I wish I had me a mermaid. 'ell i'd be happy with a merdud..."
Suddenly a noise comes from the front door.
"OI! Open the door you git!" the voice outside says.
"Mum? that you?" the voice said, becoming more agitated.
"No it's your wife ya booza!"
"Fairy? Fairy? ye anywhere to be found?" he mutters.
"Why Gavin, what can i do for you?" Gemma materializes from the fine mist.