Who: David and Declan Where: Pool Hall in Irishland When: Thursday Evening, Dec 17th Rating: It's D&D, how bad could it be? Uhm... least PG13 for language.
He had found the place in his wanderings of the city. It wasn’t much, most places of that type weren’t in fact, but it was good enough for him. Good beer, which was required for this particular sport, and an easy too observe atmosphere made it the ideal place for someone like him. Plus, it was in the Irish part of town, and the owners tended mind their own business when it came down to the things he needed. It made for a good location in order to do various meets, or just talk business with people.
Something that he had spent a great deal of time over the past few weeks doing. It took time to make a network, after all, even with the already established network of the Irish. He was used to working on his own, though. Even if he was working with others, or within a network established, David always found things more helpful if he had his own sources and contacts as well. That didn’t always make him very popular with the people he worked with, but his results always got past whatever objections his critics might have had.
But tonight wasn’t for any of that, at least not according to his plan. Not that he really had a plan, but sometimes the plan was simply not to have one. That might have been strange to others, but for him it made perfect sense. David leaned over the pool table as he took a shot at the corner pocket. He didn’t make that particular shot, but he didn’t seem to be in much of a hurry to end this game.