Who: Sailor, Nana, Saskia and Rhys When: Friday at six Where: O'Malia's Irish Pub Rating: PG Summary: Meet the family, awkwardness ensues.
Sailor did not particularly enjoy O'Malia's but it had been the first restaurant that had sprang to mind. As it was a Friday, he had had the presence of mind to call ahead and make reservations, something that he congratulated himself on. The only snag in his plan was that he had made the reservations for four, but had only remembered to tell Nana while on his way to pick her up. Feeling like an absolute heel, he settled back against the high-backed and over-upholstered booth with a sigh. They, that being him and Nana, had arrived early despite any and all setbacks.
Thankfully, his reservation held and they were shown a booth by the window. He had expected to chill out by the bar until the appointed time, so he was rather surprised to have a seat already. His first order of business had been to order a Guinness, which now sat untouched on the table in front of him. He watched the condensation run down the glass to add to the pool on the table. It was in contrast to the nucleating gases inside, which collected in the small imperfections of the bottle and escaped upwards. Shaking his head to dispel his somewhat sober attitude, he smiled at Nana.
"Thanks for coming." He said. He thought it very brave of her, since he did not want to be here himself. "It means a lot to me." He continued, his words liberally colored with his sincerity. It actually did mean more than he thought it would. He had not seen his sister in a long while, and had not seen her husband in much longer. It promised to be a strange night and he was profusely glad that he had someone on his side, by his side.