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| When: | 14 October 2004 |
| Who: | Abdiel (as Aaron), Elizabeth, Tyrr |
| What: | Two old acquaintances meet up, to the slight confusion of one's company. |
Fado Irish Pub and Restaurant
Fado's has become a hotspot for many of the locals. The place is split between three different sections, the bar and tavern in one room, another room for the restaurant, and an outside patio area as an extension of the restaurant; all of which are no smoking. The owner, Tyrr Ceallaghan, opened Fado's two years ago and has advertised and made enough deals to watch it grow.
The bar and tavern room has a counter top bar where any of the patrons can sit and talk with the bartenders or their fellow patrons. Near the bar there are a few tables where anyone can sit with friends, share a drink, and just have a good time.
The restaurant and patio area is your classic walk in dine-in restaurant, with different celtic elements on the walls and in the way the rooms are built. The waitresses and waiters are dressed in all black, and always very courteous, as the owners insist on top quality customer service.
The bar area is getting a bit packed with the just-got-off-of-work crowd. Elizabeth is sitting at the bar itself, nursing the remains of some sort of cocktail; it's hard to tell what, as all that's left is an old-fashioned tumbler with some ice and a maraschino cherry on a little plastic skewer.
Abdiel walks in, quirky smile on his lips and heads to the bar himself. No-one behind the bar he really wants to talk to, he orders a pint of Kilkenny, good irish red and sits down next to Elizabeth. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes, does the flick thing, cigarette pops out, he takes it and lights it. He casts an eye around the place.
Elizabeth pops the cherry into her mouth, drawing it off of the skewer with her teeth. She glances over at the blond man, and her brows draw together minutely at the cigarette. After a moment she musters up a smile and a friendly non-sequitur, "No, I don't mind."
Abdiel glances at the woman, accent a strong irish, "Sawry, is tis bodderin dya?"
"The cigarette? Not much," Elizabeth says with a casual gesture around the bar. "It's not like there isn't enough smoke here already. I'm just an old-fashioned romantic with fond notions of the days when gentlemen had seperate smoking rooms - and smoking jackets - to light up in. But I don't object to your presence in the slightest."
Abdiel chuckles, "You don't look old enough for that..." He takes a deep draw on his smoke.
Elizabeth laughs. "Oh, hardly! But I'm a great reader, particularly of historical romances. You'll pardon me my quaint daydreams about proper Victorian gentlemen and reformed Regency rakes, then?" She absently raises her empty glass to take another sip, and frowns at the absence of drink therein.
Abdiel is sitting with Elizabeth at the bar, the blond Irishman chuckles at Elizabeth and digs into his pocket, with his dublin-brogue he says, "Here, let me getya another one..."
Elizabeth demurs, "Oh, that would hardly be appropriate, sir. Why, I don't even know your name!" She slants a sideways glance at the blond man and adds, "I'm Elizabeth, by the way."
The back door behind and to the side of the bar is always shut and very few people ever come or go through it. The door lock can be heard echoing through the entire room, obviously a heavy deadbolt, as Tyrr opens it and comes through. With narrowed eyes, he's obviously not liking something he's been told recently.
Abdiel glances up at the sounds of the heavy deadbolt, "Aaron" he says to Elizabeth and then glances at Tyrr, slight quirky grin.
Elizabeth sets down her empty glass and offers her hand to Aaron. "Pleased to meet you, Aaron," she says. "I suppose I could permit you to buy me a drink now, if you'll let me return the favor next round? It seems only fair." With a blush she admits, "My drink of choice is a Shirley Temple - I'm afraid you'll have to tell the current bartender, since the bartender I ordered the previous one from just went off-shift before you arrived."
His brow tightening, Tyrr mixes himself a 'Sex on the Beach' from behind the bar. Just as he finishes and goes to lift it to his lips, Tyrr's eyes narrow considerably as he sees a familiar face just a bit further down the bar. The narrowed eyes seem hard and unwelcoming, but that's mostly because Tyrr's gaze has now shifted to the person Abdiel is talking to, Elizabeth.
Abdiel is ignoring the hard look in Tyrr's eyes, still grinning, the grin does turn plastic for a split second as he glances quickly at Elizabeth then back to Tyrr, there's a questioning eyebrow raised. He waves to get the good barkeep's attention.
Elizabeth watches Abdiel. Upon noticing the momentary stiffness, she turns to glance around the bar looking for whatever has displeased him - but it's a crowded bar, and Tyrr's expression fails to stand out from the dozens of other emotions that play across the patrons. Turning back to Abdiel, she murmurs, "Thank you."
Tyrr actually steps around the bar so he's on the patron side of things instead of getting bogged down with serving drinks. Afterall, he only does it when he's in the mood, as is his right upon owning the place. "Aaron and...?" He says as he extends a hand to Aaron and then Elizabeth, should Abdiel not eat it instead of shake it.
Abdiel takes Tyrr's hand and shakes it, "Been too long Ceallaghan..." says Abdiel, his brogue pronouncing the name it should be. He turns his attention to the barman who's now giving his utmost attention to an aquaintance of Tyrr's and orders Elizabeth's Shirley Temple, momentarily distracted giving Elizabeth the chance to introduce herself.
Elizabeth smiles pleasantly as she shakes Tyrr's hand and says, "I'm Elizabeth, and you are...?" Her grip is light and dry. She shoots a quick glance at Aaron and adds, "I take it that you gentlemen know each other?" She and Abdiel are seated at the bar. Tyrr is standing next to them, shaking hands.
Tyrr's scrutinizing glare breaks finally as he nods in answer to Elizabeth's question. "From way back," emphasizing way just a little bit too much perhaps. "O'Connell here is an ol' family friend." Tyrr moves to the other bar stool next to Abdiel, and takes a small drink from his mixed beverage.
Abdiel nods and says, "Just passing through your neck of the woods, always folks in need of help... so I'll just contact the local groups and see what's happening." He takes a sip of his pint, sip isn't quite getting it, he throws his glass back and downs half the pint. He smacks his lips appreciativly, "Not a bad cask you've got there..."
Elizabeth looks back and forth from Aaron to... whatever his name is. "The local groups?" she repeats, her voice lilting up into a question. "Are you two gentleman in some sort of fraternity together, or possibly the Freemasons?"
That smile on Tyrr's face grows a bit wider, though not too big, "You've just made contact with the local group, Aaron. I've been down here for the last twenty years." Now of course, for someone who is observant, Tyrr only appears to be about 30. Leaning forward to rest his arms on the bar as he holds his glass up in the air some, he looks past Abdiel and toward Elizabeth. "A fraternity of sorts, yes."
Abdiel raises his eyebrows and snorts into his beer, "I wasn't talking about /that/ lad." Aaron smiles, "These days I'm in on that whole aide thing, you know beating the streets, finding homeless folk from the homeland, doing what we can to find them work or send them back." This 6'2" blond-haired biker type... aide worker... "Still, good to know."
Elizabeth nods and accepts her new drink from the bartender. With a lift of her eyebrows she offers, "Would you two like me to make myself scarce so that you can catch up on old times, then? I shouldn't like to stand in the way of a reunion of old frat brothers."
Tyrr shakes his head, "Oh no, Elizabeth. You two have fun. I need to run on a few errands out in the city." Tyrr finishes his drink and stands, looking down the bar toward the barkeep, "Kurgan, drinks for these two are on the house as long as they're here." With that, he gives a slight salute in parting and heads toward the door.
Abdiel gives his own salute in turn, he winks at Tyrr, "Not a bad idea though, we should catch up later." He grins at Elizabeth, "Now where were we?"
Elizabeth sips at the syrupy pink liquid of her drink. "I believe," she says thoughtfully, "We had just finished introducing ourselves. I am Elizabeth and you are Aaron. That sort of thing."
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