[Locked Comm to Max M] [After he's settled in his hotel room, and his kid is settled in bed, he can finally start to get to work. It's not as if he has much information to go on - but he's got enough. And he's looking forward to the surprise. He kicks his feet up onto the window sill and looks out over the strip. The first thing she'll hear is a beep, a throat clearing. A Boston accent and a very familiar voice comes next.]
A redheaded man walks into that dive bar over there on Prince street in Boston, and sits next to another redheaded man. New guy sits down and orders a Guinness, and the guy already at the bar turns to him. "I'm guessing from that accent you're from around here?" he asks, in the same accent.
"Of course!" the first guy says, and low and behold, just like any good mannered boy would do he says to the barkeep "Get this guy a Guinness, too."
They keep on talking for a little bit more, right? First guy says, "Lemme ask you, what street did you grow up on?" Second guy says back "St. Catherine Street. What about you?" First guy just cannot fuckin' believe it. He says "No fuckin' way. I grew up on St. Catherine Street!"
Second guy orders another round of drinks, this time Jameson - they're going for gold here. After they get their whiskey the first guy says again, "What school did you go to? Do not tell me you went to St. Joe's boys school." And the other guy, about to fall of his damn barstool punches the first guy in the arm and says "You're god damn right I went to St. Joe's." They toast to that, and order another couple of whiskeys.
Now these two guys, they're sitting there for quite a while right? They keep on talking and they find out they had the same teachers and knew the same neighborhood kids, they proceed to get louder and drunker until a guy way at the other end of the bar asks the barkeep, "What's up with those two?"
The barkeep shrugs and says, "It's the O'Shaughnessy twins, they're drunk again."