Who: Cormac and Open When: April 27, evening Where: The Fiddler's Bow What: Cormac is plotting? Sort of. Not really. Rating: tbd, Cormac's got a mouth on him so just be warned.
When Cormac decided to step out of his flat for the evening, he didn't even bother changing. Or covering up the solid purple bruise that had formed around his left eye. Not that he could really do anything about it. Well, that and last night he had taken the lovely-leggy Bianca home because of it. No, instead he just slid on his well worn trusty hat and strolled down to the Bow. Pay no mind that his closest friends kept telling him he looked like an IRA member, especially with the fact that he hadn't shaved in a few days and the traces of a beard were coming in rather nicely. It wasn't a bad night out, he probably should have grabbed his leather jacket, but whatever, a few pints in and Cormac wouldn't even noticed.
Once he got in, he said hello to one of his more favorite waitresses (and for once it had very little to do with sex. She was a sweet kid, and Cormac was maybe a good eight years older than her so that was 1. a little creepy and 2. she was too sweet for him to corrupt.) with a small (bear) hug and plopped himself down in his usual spot, waiting for a local band to start up for the evening. Was it sad that the bartender was already pouring Cormac a pint when he walked in the door and it was there a full minute after he sat down in his booth, and stretched out his long legs, as he put his back to the wall? Nah. That was good customer service. And besides, this was possibly his favorite haunt, which meant he was in here a few nights a week. He didn't just drink and pick up some fine doorful women either. Nope, he ate, and on occasion, he could be called on to fix a pipe or two in the afternoon. Which, in all reality, is when he'd been coming in here. What? He needed something to do other than work out, and be angry over being grounded.
He sat there drinking happily from his pint glass, and tilted his cap up just a little bit as he watched the scenery, smiling politely (and on occasion warmly) as a few of the girls floating around the pub. He wasn't sure what the night had in store for him, but he knew eventually he'd get up and start mingling. But for now, he was alright with just sitting there.