Cath nodded. Ready for what, he wondered idly. Which was entirely the problem. No one knew what to expect next. Which was worst of it, if he was being honest. He liked to be prepared.
He downed the dregs of his own beer, and nodded to the waitress as Ronnie caught her attention. This conversation definitely required more beer. Hell, if he was being honest, he was ready to switch to whiskey.
He gave the waitress a bit of a grim smile when she brought over two more mugs of Guinness. They hadn't done it properly the first time, but there was still time. Raising his mug to Ronnie, he grinned wryly. "May you be in Heaven fifteen minutes before the Devil knows you're dead."
Yes, most Irish toasts involved death. It was actually a compliment.