"No fookin' way," Sweeney choked out a laugh, picking up the new drink as it was settled down in front of him. "She doesn't look anything like you."
Taking a sip from his new drink, Sweeney set the glass back down beside the napkin and onto the bare bar. He had never had an affinity for manners and decorum, why start now? "Mad Sweeney, I wasn't always a Leprechaun."