Post lockdown, inside, C-Block (Seedy Ave), upper tier (end cell)
"Oh right, you are one of people who actually know the rules to that game," Mitchell said deadpan. He had never gotten behind them. He had never actually tried. The games had been banned from Ireland when he had grown up. Too British in a land where Britain equalled the devil. Radio had yet to be invented and there was no BBC to broadcast British games. And later... well, there were more interesting sports around and the rules were simply too complicated.
"Aww, Grey, you can't make me promise that. You know I won't be able to keep it," he purred. What might have usually sounded savvy was now dragged with exhaustion. He sighed and let himself sink down onto the ground. No need to waste his remaining energy. "So, where's your lover boy?"