WHO: Conor and Declan WHEN: Thursday Night, 10pm WHERE: The Lantern WHAT: Pint and a chat RATING: PG-13 for language at least
Lines bracketed his mouth, and his eyes were tired as he stepped out of the black mercedes that idled at the curb. The driver as always knew his job to wait until he had to drive Mr. O'Meara to his next destination. One would think that at 10pm that his day would almost be over. But you never knew and based on the state Mr. O'Meara was in when he sat down... he'd bet he was in for a long night. Conor wasn't the only man to step out onto the curb from the vehicle behind him came the muscle that was always just a step away. Conor didn't ignore them like some might, he greeted each one as always. It was probably a bad habit. Muscle had a tendency to end up dead. A fact Conor knew but couldn't seem to distance himself from.
He entered the lantern, Sean and Will on his tail as always. Stepping into the dark familiar place Conor almost felt a sense of ease. But it was quickly replaced by the fact that he was here for business and it was business that he didn't want to have. Had Conor been avoiding his responsibilities. Some might say he was. Even he might say. But it wasn't such a clear cut situation. He... he had never wanted this. Not like it was. But want wasn't part of the equation. This is what he had to do. Had to deal with it all and-
Fuck.
Conor raked a hand through his hair as he gave Riley a half hearted sort of smile but with no indication for a drink. He needed one but somehow sitting a pint in front of him have himself far too much leeway to think this situation anything other than business. The four dead men he'd seen just before arriving was enough to remind him of that fact for the rest of his days. Four good men no doubt who were paying for something they hadn't done.
He walked with practiced ease through the bar, just as his father had before him, though he didn't feel nearly as well equipped as Patrick had always appeared. Though maybe he'd had his own insecurities. The best practice had to be not to let those show. They probably were showing though. Unfortunately. Conor took his seat at the back of the bar, strategically placed for both security and privacy. The few other patrons were already beginning to make their way out. Smart men.