Thym arrives at the Red Light a few minutes after they open, thankful for the dark curtains as he comes in from the glaring summer evening. The dim interior, with it's age-darkened wood and worn velvet cushions, reassures him a little. Many adventures have started here, and it looks like more are going to start.
No one is here yet except Jess. Thym waves, strides across the room, chins up to the bar, and asks for a small ginger-infused whiskey for strength and a bowl of fancy cheez-its for nerves.
