Something missing...

Posted on Tue Apr 9th, 2019 @ 3:58pm by Lieutenant Commander Carolyn Corrigan MD
Edited on on Wed Apr 10th, 2019 @ 7:21am

577 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Episode 97 - Cultural Exchange
Location: SB400 Promenade, 'Kitty O'Shea's'
Timeline: MD7 1140hrs

Within a relatively quiet corner of the promenade, O'Shea's catered to a very specific clientele. You would not find exotic foods, the finest of wines, or a selection of drinks from throughout the galaxy. No. Those things you could find a stones throw away if you wished. Instead, O'Shea's offered something better. A little taste of home.

Under the watchful eye of Jimmy O'Shea (with permission from his good wife, of course) the bar had an authentic Irish feel. From the dark interior, complete with heavy oak furnishings and a dark green colourscheme, to the celtic designs etched into the mirrors, glasses, and even sewn into napkins. In the far corner there was a small stage where a piano and some traditional Irish instruments lay in wait for anyone brave enough to try.

Although just approaching noon, a few regulars were still dotted around the room, a couple watching a football game, another three huddled together playing cards...

"You're missing some leprechauns but I love it!"

In the middle of polishing a glass, Jimmy O'Shea turned towards the newcomer, scowling. A glimmer or recognition crossed his face, and the scowl disappeared to the more nonchalant look most of the regulars were used to. "Look what the cat dragged in! Kitty! He's -"

He barely got the words out of his mouth before his wife burst through the kitchen doors, all 5ft1 of her with a mass of bright red hair. She almost ran full on at her nephew, throwing her arms around him and almost knocking him off his feet. After a moment she let go so she could hold him at arms length, "you're late. But oh, I've missed you! That smile! You will be fighting those ladies off with a stick! And you better, none of them will be good enough -"

"He didn't come here to become a priest," Jimmy commented drily.

That earned him a look which would have killed other men. Thirty two years of marriage, however, meant that he had become immune. He had, however, developed a keen sense of self preservation and proceeded to busy himself trying to scrub an immaginary spot off the bar.

First rule of a long and happy marriage, your wife is always right.

"Come through the back, you can stow your things and I'll give you the grand tour," Kitty said, turning back to Liam and ushering him towards the kitchen. She saw one of the regulars, Connor, waiting to utter some sarcastic remark and she pointed a finger at him, "careful now Connor Brady, or I may not remind you that it's your anniversay."

The aforementioned Connor Brady spluttered, spilling his drink as he nearly fell off the barstool. "Sorry Jimmy, gotta go!"

"It was your anniversary last month!" Jimmy called after him, but he was gone. "That was cruel, woman."

"Putting up with him? Katy deserves a few extra presents," Kitty shrugged, unconcerned. "Now, you, follow me."

Grinning, already feeling right at home, Liam followed his aunt. She chatted away, not waiting for responses. He figured she was just excited to have someone new to speak to. "Don't think you have to help with those renovations he has planned," she told him. "I've said it's unfair."

"I came to help, whatever you need," Liam assured her with an easy smile. "And if it doesn't work, I'll go find a monestary, deal?"

She laughed, "deal."


OFF.

ooc. just a quite intro to Liam folks.

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