Re: First you take a drink, then the drink takes you.
The pub was familiar but not specific and the mood was incredibly more relaxed than the last thing Ronan could barely remember. Dream logic. Mars allowed a breath of relief to pass between his lips, though it proved premature. His bartender came into focus and his hopes dipped once again.
"Sure," Ronan informed the pixie-faced bartender, a smirk on his mouth. "More subtle than usual," he told whichever of his personal demons had assumed Gael's form. "Won't work though," he mumbled mostly to himself. Whatever regret or shame it discovered Mars held within his memories of the Irish girl, it had clearly ignored unbridled love Ronan also felt within himself. "Whatever garbage ye say ta me with that mask on, I know it's not from her," Ronan informed her with his own brand of stubbornness in his tone.