Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2015 2:20:57 GMT
"Abraham D'Lacey," Casey sang as he dried the last glass after having just washed them all out. "Giuseppe Casey.." he tossed the glass in to the air, spun, and snatched it behind his back. "Thomas O'Malley.." He then placed the glass on the counter. "O'Malley the.. Alley Cat.." He sang while pouring a bit of top shelf scotch in to the glass. He lifted it to his lips, still moving his body to the tune that the band was playing on the stage. Just as he finished drinking, he let out a "Yeeaaaah.." Just as the song finished. "Woo!" He grinned. "Good job boys!" He clapped as everyone in the club cheered.
This was the life. He had his boys, his booze, and his music. Not to mention, all the pretty girls he could look at. It was like a meadow.. he didn't want to pluck the beauties from their roots, he merely wanted to admire them in their habitat. Especially their stems. Someone he wasn't quite sure of - as in he'd never met before - walked in. A man. A man he'd actually seen on the streets of Storybrooke who was usually arm in arm with the sheriff. "Ooh, nice duds, man! Really swingin'. I don't know many people otherwise who can pull off leather like that. Can I get you somethin' to drink?"
Killian Jones
This was the life. He had his boys, his booze, and his music. Not to mention, all the pretty girls he could look at. It was like a meadow.. he didn't want to pluck the beauties from their roots, he merely wanted to admire them in their habitat. Especially their stems. Someone he wasn't quite sure of - as in he'd never met before - walked in. A man. A man he'd actually seen on the streets of Storybrooke who was usually arm in arm with the sheriff. "Ooh, nice duds, man! Really swingin'. I don't know many people otherwise who can pull off leather like that. Can I get you somethin' to drink?"
Killian Jones
