First day on the job
Who: Cian and Open Where: Public Bar at O'Leary's Pub When: Evening of 3 June
Cian pulled another three beers, setting the glasses on the bar top and accepting the money from the punter. He'd settled in fairly easily, the other staff giving him the lowdown on the regulars when they could, and appreciating his willingness to get in and pull his weight with the tapping of kegs and emptying ashtrays.
Cian was enjoying the atmosphere of the small pub and the meals they served were about as authentic as he'd tasted since he'd been in the US. While he doubted he'd ever find anyone who could make stew and dumplings like Annie, he didn't mind the large bowl of it served up with still warm from the oven sourdough bread with lashings of butter. His appetite was always huge and it had been a huge attraction to work there when they said the staff could eat their meals there for free. He ate a lot, though one couldn't tell from looking at him, his body lean and trim thanks to his were, both the metabolism and the running he would do.
He'd just come up from tapping another keg when the manager told him it was his turn for a break, passing him a pint and jerking his head toward the Snug where things were a little quieter. "Go have a pint, y've earnt it," he said to Cian, Cian nodding his head in thanks and heading out to sit down in the small snug at the rear of the bar, booths each offering a modicum of privacy with U-shaped benches around small tables.