He was very protective of his booze. Like a mother with their most precious child. However, Liam had a wise mouth which led to a poker game involving booze as a reward. He had barely lost and now he toted along a good amount of beer and bourbon to Federal Hall. He cursed under his breath as he dropped it before the person he owed the goods to. The man gloated and all Liam could do was bite his tongue, knowing damn well the burly man could kick his skinny ass. Though he seemed at an advantage due to being tall, he wasn’t a stellar fighter or anything. Good enough to survive, but not to get into a brawl with someone who seemed quite experienced in kicking people’s asses.
With a tired sigh, he roamed the area, waving at a few people he was somewhat familiar with. He needed to rest his legs, so he sat down for a while, staring at the ceiling and counting the various imperfections. He really wouldn’t have given that much a shit about places in New York City, but now he was obligated to move around. He made the choice to be a scouter and that’s just what he did. Sometimes it bloody sucked, other times it was a good way to get away from people that drove him mad.
After a good long hour, he decided he couldn’t sit still, a leg bouncing up and down in anxiety. After lighting a cigarette, he began to walk towards the exit, ready to see just how close he would get to getting his ass bitten yet again. He was terrible at stealth, speed and anything truly impressive when it came to scouting. But he did have a gun and a knife which seemed to serve him quite well.
On his way out, he encountered a man who seemed to be talking to himself in French he would guess. There was kind of a graceful tone to his voice. “You looking for someone?” Hey, there were foreigners who didn’t even speak English, so he wasn’t even sure if the stranger who what the hell he was saying.