Misty Gray
Pessimisty
The Sullivans Pub
~ Dublin City Centre, Dublin ~
Adam Harper and Conor Sullivan
He caught the way Blake's face took on a sad expression once he'd asked her about her type. He almost kicked himself for not realising directing the question back at her could bring up unhappy memories for her. She'd been married to Jackson for a significant number of years before he died, so of course the question was going to take her thoughts to her late husband. He used the short break in eye-contact to do another scan of the pub to check everything was still in order. He soon set his eyes back on Blake. Thankfully, he didn't need to apologise as Blake spoke and continued their flirting. He admired the woman's bravery and ability to pick herself back up. "I'll have you know I've never been called a bore... at least, not to my face ," he assured her, intentionally exaggerating his pride in that fact. "I don't think we need to go into my dangerous side, but I'm all about the spice... You know what, this feels like a whole lotta talk and no action," he began. "I've got some days off coming up. I hereby formally invite you to my house so I can cook you a spicy dinner and you can marvel at how spotless my house is. Granted, it's barely lived in..." he sarcastically trailed off. He then let out a dry laugh as Blake threw some shade at Conor's apparent poor time-keeping. He looked to Aliana and feigned disappointment. "You need to whip him into shape, Ali. If he was here on time, you wouldn't have to sit here listening to this," he joked, pointing between himself and Blake to reflect their flirting.
After briefly looking around, Conor saw them seated at the table and walked over to the trio. "Sorry I'm late," he apologised, his tone sounding more serious than it usually did when he first entered a lively pub. "I won't be a minute, love," he told Aliana, leaning in to give her a quick kiss on the lips before making a beeline for the bar and calmly greeting anyone who addressed him on his way there. When he reached the bar, he approached Thomas and Elena who were in conversation. "Evening, Thomas. How's the job going?" he asked, sending a brief glance to Adam. The boss then looked to Elena and sent her a friendly smile. "I hope my nephew isn't giving you any trouble," he told his new barmaid, flashing a friendly smile. "When you get chance, I'll have a pint of Guinness, please. I'll be over there," he told Elena as he pointed to the table Aliana and the others were occupying.
Once he returned to the table, he sat next to Adam and opposite Aliana. "I don't want to talk about this too much out here in public," he began, clearly about to reveal something serious. Although he knew most of the people in the pub, he didn't want anyone spreading gossip around. "There's been an incident not far from here. Matthew - Roxie's fiance - has been shot and killed. I've got my guys looking into it, but we're all sure Roxie was the intended target. Matthew got shot protecting Roxie and the kids," he informed them. He let out a deep breath and knew not to say anymore until he was in the privacy of his home or office. "So, come on. What have you three been up to. Have these two been giving you any trouble, mate?" he asked Adam. "They're a bloody nightmare when they're together."
Melanin-Gxdess (Aliana)
Bellz (Blake)
Mentions: Bellz (Thomas) Pyroclast (Elena)
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