Roger heard the approaching footsteps and was already turning when Michael clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Ah, there you are. Just on time. The pub's been around oh, maybe a good six months or so. Interesting place. It's a great little Irish pub tucked away in Blackpool of all places, but they've managed to trend it up just enough to fit into the area."
Roger was English himself, but he knew if you wanted to get drunk good and not-so-proper, drinking with the Micks at a good pub was the way to do it. That was why he'd chosen Piper's. The pub was just a few doors down when Michael had joined him and so it took only a few more moments to get there. "So are we drinking, looking for birds, or a bit of both then?" It was a casual enough opening gambit. Roger wanted to know if there really was something on Michael's mind or not.
Inside, the pub was as Roger had suggested: looking a bit traditional, with trendy updates to make it somewhere on the edge of the 21st century. It was already quite full, which showed it was certainly popular. They managed to get a seat though, and near enough to the bar.