"Because she wears short skirts and leans on the bar a lot." He replied matter-of-factly, "If she was my sister I'd be seeing red, but she's not so it's fine." He joked. Honestly, Dec's dad has no such plans for his son - as far as he was concerned so long as the kids were no longer his responsibility he was a-okay; all three Kelly kids had pretty much raised themselves, independent from the age of twelve at least. Working bar was the most legitimate thing Declan had ever done.
Declan had never touched drugs; his dad had, he figured his brother definitely had and it was common knowledge his mom had been strung out almost constantly, hence her leaving. But Declan had decided, early on, that drugs fucked you up, made you dependent and he had zero desire to live that kind of life. "Pool-house? Nice. You have a pool-house. I live on my sister's couch." He said dryly as he wiped down the bar, "She leaves me alone mostly. The kids not so much." He was called away then to pull a few beers for a grizzled pair of old men at the other end of the bar. "Back in a minute." He said to Will, holding one finger up before greeting the two of them in his usual charming way as though they'd been friends for years and not just regulars in the bar he worked at. That was why Dec made such a good bar-tender after all.