When Sam said that it was time for him to leave, Keiran honestly wanted to tell him not to, wanted to make him stay. There were many reasons that crossed his mind as to why, but he settled for the most simple: he hated the feeling of emptiness that would follow this. The same empty loneliness that he felt whenever Jackson left the bar for the night...
But, for the sake of his sanity, he put a grin on his face – until, that was, he registered the words that Same had spoken. He tried in vain not to blush. It didn't work. “Well, it's in Psirri. It's called Hobos or Hondos or something... yes, Hondos! The sign is hard to read, though.” After thinking about it, Hondo was probably the boss-man's name. That would make a little bit of sense...
“There's no... dancing or anything at my bar. It's really just a little bar.” He minded, making sure Sam got the right idea of where exactly he was working.