Re: Rorie/Garret/Mal
Rorie had been to the bar, taken a shot of whiskey and grabbed a few glasses of champagne. He was never a wise drinker, always mixing his alcohol. So it didn't faze him at all to down one glass of bubbly after the shot before getting three more glasses for him and the other two men. With a rather wolfish grin on his face, he swaggered on over to the older men. "Well hallo thar, Wolf," he grinned as he handed over the flutes of champagne to the other others. Oh yes, he was very much a happy Irishman. The accent was there meaning he was very much drinking like a fish.
"Have ye discussed anythin' yet?" He asked as he downed his drink before wrapping his arms around Garret's middle.