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It's a rare entrance post, documenting a rareolder MacManus twin in the bar. With a slice of bread and a glass of tea, sitting near the fire, wearing a sweater that kind of takes away from the fact he's lost so much weight. He's friendly enough, so stop by and say hello.

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He lets her. It's an odd feeling, but he lets her touch it, lets her kiss it.

"I don't think there's enough whiskey for that, love." Connor murmurs.

"I'm sure we could make an order for delivery."

I smile. He does have a point.

Connor smiles a little. "Or someone could tell them to bring it with them."

"Yeah, but that might require heavy lifting."

The smile remains.

"For the whiskey? They could handle it."

"What about the elderly?"

She realizes this is a completely ridiculious conversation seeing as the chances of the entire population of Ireland entering the bar are extremely slim, however it's good to joke. Perhaps it's not that ridiculious.

"Eh, the young ones will carry their share. Ireland's a friendly place, people look out for each other on occassion."

"Maybe I'll vacation there sometime, sounds nice."

"It is. No place on earth like it." Connor beams. He loves his country.

"Well, I'll definetly consider it in the future. Unfortunetly I've got a job that's gonna buy me that vacation and it starts in about an hour. I got to get home, eat, take a shower, change. Hope you don't mind."

I put my hands on his face, pull him close to me, and kiss his cheek.

"Till next time then."

"I'm always here." Connor smiles. "Good to meet you. I'lls ee you again, I'm sure."

"Yeah."

And with that, I'm out the door back home. Work is calling me.

[OOC: Yay! Lovely scene! Thank you, and thanks for being patient with my need for SP.}

(ooc: Yeah, that was good. Very welcome. SP is love. Thanks.)

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