Re: Alana/O'Brien/Aileen/OPEN
"Maybe we can see if they can fix you up something close to a Manhattan? If not the actual thing," He smiled across at Aileen. And Alana was right, Aileen still looked damn hot even though she didn't dress to the nines. She made a pair of jeans and a nice shirt look good. And besides, it wasn't really a requirement to dress up. He almost hadn't. But at the last minute, he figured why not?
And true, Brannon didn't want Luke drinking. Especially after the incident that happened last time. So yeah, okay, he felt a little bad leaving him back at Madison Square Garden, but he'd find a way to make it up to him.
Brannon returned Alana's smile, "just the rum, huh?" He nodded, looking over toward the tender, "I think they can probably do that." He chuckled softly, shaking his head when his baby sister tugged on his lapel, "stop it." Yeah, okay, he had shaved most of the beard. There was still scruff. And he looked like he probably hadn't slept in ages, but that was beside the point. He glanced down toward the bow tie, "I think the tie may still have some blood on it." He scrunched up his nose, and looked back up at Alana.
"Don't worry. I'll be coming back to the loft tonight--" he paused, and then pointed to Alana, "Actually. That's kind of far to go after dark. You should stay here. American History. That's the section I like. There are some comfortable tables and chairs up there. I don't want you trying to go back to Madison Square tonight, either. You got me?" He gave a look over toward Aileen, "That means you too, Blue Jeans."
And yes, his heart was still broken about the whole Miss Machete thing, and he tried not to think about it. It only made him sad. "I'll probably wind up under the bar. So if you wake up and I'm not around, I'm probably passed out down here somewhere. There are no limits tonight, Brats. If I want a whole bottle of Jack Daniels to myself, I'm gonna drink it," he gave them both an assured nod and then moved to lean into the bar, reaching out to wave the bartender over.