Like always, Keiran's grin seemed amplified the moment he saw Jackson. Getting to work with the big, sometimes cranky man always made Keiran's day that much better. Even when they were too busy to speak to each other, just having Jackson near seemed to make a difference to Keiran.
“Talk?” he queried, shuffling behind the bar while he waited for Jackson to further explain. The seriousness of Jackson's tone didn't seem to register with Keiran, and the bartender tried to stifle a yawn as he set about pouring a shot – most likely for himself, since the boss-man was no where in sight to yell at him.
A frown, however lacking in menace it was, marred Keiran's face as Jackson commented on his slow start to the day. “Yeah, yeah.” he sighed, tossing back the row of shots that he'd been pouring while they spoke. Nothing like a handful of shots to start your day of serving alcoholics. He held the last one up to Jackson, “Want a little pick me up before you start throwing people on their asses?”