InsaneJournal

Who: Liam (liam_connelly) and whoever
What: Having drinks
Where: The Firecracker
When: Friday night
Rating: PG-13 for mature language
Open? Very!!

Spring Break had started on the 24th, and like any college student, he was doing his best (lie!) to enjoy the freedom and the lack of necessity to study. Although, unlike most, Liam had actually decided to crack a book or two while he was off for the week. The man was constantly studying, constantly trying to forward himself academically. So it really wasn't any surprise that he'd waste a few hours of said freedom with his nose perpetually buried.

Still, it would be a lie to say that he didn't enjoy any of the time off in the usual college bound way. No, he didn't flee the city for the warmer climates or the sandy shores. Wandering away from Boston wasn't really on his list of things to do. In fact, Liam had only left the state a handful of times and all of those times were either with family or on some school field trip. But that is neither here nor there.

After spending most of his 'vacation' within the confines of his home either reading or drinking by himself, he figured it was about time to get the hell out of the house. It was almost depressing that it took until the last day of break to actually decide to do just that. Alright, so we've established that Liam isn't exactly the normal college kid. In fact, he's never really been the epitome of your normal, average anything.

Aside from possibly being your normal, average .. Connelly. In fact, he's probably the only average one. His older brothers far exceeded that description, each with their own outstanding strength and persona. Liam never quite felt like he fit into the family. Again, that is neither here nor there.

He was dressed in a pair of dark gray slacks with black dress shoes and a long sleeved dress shirt of slate blue with gray vertical pinstripes. It was his usual exterior appearance. Well-kempt, clean cut, put together, all of those lovely descriptives that people come up with in regards to the commonly snobbish look of some. Though Liam was anything but snobbish.

Pushing the front door of the Connelly family pub open, he made his way into the crowd. The smell of cigarettes and beer lingered in the air. A familiar smell that he was quite happy to escape to. He'd spent a lot of time in this bar over the last few years, even before he was old enough to legally be allowed within its doors.

Moving through the other patrons, he found his way to the bar. He leaned forward against the countertop, between two of the currently unoccupied stools. His vision sought out his friend, Cally, who worked behind the bar on most days. But he didn't see her right off the bat, if she was there. So instead, he ordered his usual from whoever happened to be there and took his seat on the stool to his left.