Murphy and OTA
Murphy, like his brother, was at the bar. You couldn't have paid him to dress up or hang out with people in costumes and masks and the like. It made him twitchy, and no one really needed him twitchy. This place made him a little off balance anyways, the last thing it needed was him just shooting someone in the knee because they got on his last nerve.
Instead he sat at the bar, not far from his twin, drinking at the same rate he was. He started with the advantage of being Irish and finished with the training he'd put his liver through over the years: it took him quite a few to get even buzzed.