Re: 9:45ish
Cath was just as frequent of a barfly as his wife. He was Irish, what could he say? He draped one arm over Mae's shoulders as she demanded beer. The fresh restraint marks just showed beneath his sleeve cuffs. Needless to say, he was in a very bloody good mood.
He never wore short sleeves unless they were alone. He had distinctive tattoos and well, like tonight, nobody needed to know what they'd been doing before they'd arrived.
He was a bit more for hard liquor himself, but Guinness would do to start. "Please," he added, giving Mae a pointed look.