To be honest, it was just another day for Declan, he'd got up - late morning of course, he'd been at work til 4am the night before - helped his sister with the girls before heading over to Cambridge to meet a few guys about a more lucrative use of his time than tending bar. Turned out even after two years inside, no-one was able to steal a high end sports car quite like Declan Kelly. Six months on the right side of the bars and his life had picked up like he'd never left. O'Malley's was the quintessential Boston bar, his friend Dylan owned it and Declan worked as and when. He'd started a few hours ago and had been mostly pulling beers for the usual crowd, in his usual ratty jeans and a black shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow. Until he looked up and spotted William Murphy, or course.
It wasn't like he hadn't thought of the guy in the last six months - although he'd given it a go. But he had done as Will suggested and got on with his life while his former cell-mate served the latter part of his sentence. He grinned at the greeting Will gave him and replied in kind, "I work here, you son of a bitch." He returned the hug in the patented 'guy' fashion - no-one in the pub would suspect anything to look at them - "It's good to see you, too." He told him as he leant on the bar, crooked smile still on his face as he straightened up to draw him a decent ale and placed it in front of him, "Enjoy. Your first as a free man always tastes the best."