Not as easy as it looks.

Posted on Sun Apr 21st, 2019 @ 5:59pm by Liam O'Connor

484 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Episode 98 - A Raid on Peace
Location: Kitty O'Shea's
Timeline: MD1, 0800 hours

After less than an hour, Liam O'Connor came to the conclusion that pouring the perfect pint was far more difficult that drinking it. In his former life, he had achieved peaks of physical fitness, endured trials to test the mind as well as the body but none of it - not one - had truly prepared him for the subtle complexities of actually being beind the bar rather than sitting at one.

With an irritated sigh, his uncle shook his head. "You need to angle the glass a little more," he said, watching. After a moment he said, "are you planning on pouring away all our profits?!"

Liam looked down, cursing as he realised the glass was overflowing and beer was now pooling on the floor at his feet. Letting the tap snap shut he set down the glass and wiped his hand on the towel as he surveyed the damage. Nothing he couldn't clean up but a change of clothes wouldn't go amiss.

Seated at the bar, Conor laughed. "You know I'd be happy to help you out, Jimmy," he offered.

"Aye, then we will be in trouble," Kitty O'Shea called out from the far side of the bar before returning to her conversation with the only other person in the bar. Who happened to be the reason for his distraction. Seated at the bar she was drinking only water as she devoured the breakfast Kitty had served up.

When she said hello to Liam on the way in, he had stood there like an idiot. Unable to even say his name. Instead his mouth just opened and closed like a fish and he was fairly sure she was now questioning his sanity.

So while she went about getting breakfast, with Kitty coming out to speak to her and the two of them in deep conversation about something (something that warranted some of the food being stabbed a little too hard with a fork), he had tried to focus on everything his uncle was tying to teach him.

He had spent yesterday finishing the draft of plans for the remodelling of the bar, quickly learning that it would be about a hundred years before Kitty and Jimmy would agree on anything. So he offered to help out in general, giving them a bit of a break. It wasn't like he had much else to do. But his best intentions had taken a detour about twenty minutes earlier. The exact time she came in, to be exact.

"Go change," his uncle sighed, waving him away.

By the time he came back, Kitty had disappeared back into the kitchen and the girl was gone.

"Liam, son, maybe next time try and speak, huh?" Conor said with a grin, "and erm, no need to let that pint go to waste. Sure it'll be perfectly drinkable. Pass it over here. On the house, naturally, eh Jimmy?"


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