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Post by Luke Gallagher on Mar 3, 2010 19:59:54 GMT -5
[New Day - Reserved for Mary O'Brien]
Luke had always found the atmosphere at the Pub in Hell's Kitchen to his liking. Dark, murky and with an air of danger that Luke had learned to thrive on filling nearly ever crevice. Settling on a bar stool at the bar, Luke ordered a drink and surveyed the room with watchful eyes, his look somewhat hooded. He had learned a long time ago to never let his guard down and had perfected the art of keeping it up even when flashing his winning smile to a beautiful woman or his latest target. His drink appeared in front of him and he lifted it in a small toast to the bartender before lifting the glass and draining half of it, the liquid burning into his gut with satisfaction.
It really did seem like things were looking up, things with the gang were going well enough and Luke found that he actually mostly liked the people he was surrounded by on a daily basis. At least they had the same set of...values as he and his brother. No doubt that took some doing. Setting the glass back down on the bar Luke smiled to himself, things were looking up indeed.
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