“Good to know, I’ll make sure to come here and secure your wages for you”Will grinned, and slapped the other man’s back. It was a cold way of greeting the man that had been closest to him, ever since he arrived to prison. But, even though he’d wanted to give him much more than he did, Will had to remain satisfied with their greeting. He made himself comfortable and nodded when Declan claimed he was happy to see him, a grin spreading across his lips at the sight of the beer “It’s a sight for my fucking sore eyes. You have no idea, I have waited for this..Fuck it feels like all my life. “He wrapped his fingers around the ice cold glass, and had a first sip of the creamy ale. He closed his eyes and savored the taste, his life returned to him and when he looked at Declan again, William seemed to be amazingly happy “ Fuck yeah. Declan, what’s an Irishman without his Ale? It’s like..An Irishman without his freedom... Straight to hell, that’s what it is”
He had another sip of his beer, and another. Irish Ale, that’s what gave his life purpose. That and his family. He grinned, and steadied his cheek in his hand, his green eyes gazing at Declan “So..You’re working..All night long? That’s too bad..We have a lot of..Catching up to do”