O'Flanagans Pub St. Patricks day, 1951
O'Flanagans was usually a dive bar in the rapidly growing city of New York that few frequented less on had an "O" in front of their name. Though the O'Clery brothers were long-time patrons, not of the current owner, of his father, James O'Flanagan the founder. Long deceased now, and Jack his son never made any mention of the vibrant youthfulness of the O'Clery brothers he knew as a young lad, even though now he was a middle-aged man.
So on Saint Paddy's day, the twins went to their favorite spot as tradition demanded and as any good Irish lad knows, one does not break proper tradition. So the twins traveled across the entirety of the states to return to New York for this special day. A day of celebration and boozing. Too much boozing for Kieran as anyone present could tell as he was leading the entire pub in a song of the Rising Moon.
Kelly was all but holding his brother up who was swaying back and forth so hard he was splashing his pint. Singing along too but with a weary eye on his brother, and the alert gaze of someone who was not nearly as drunk as he might appear. So when a certain redhead strolled into the pub he couldn't help the way his eyes were drawn to her. It hadn't mattered that she hadn't come in alone, his eyes followed her as if everyone in the entire pub was moving in slow motion, all but Amara. She was a creature that stuck out like Ruby in a pile red dyed beads. She was pure, true, original, and with an aura about her that drew his gaze. Following it obviously so for any who was watching, be it her or her partner as he unconsciously licked his lips.
His gaze though constantly turning to a striking redhead, they moved into a new song singing it at the top of their lung so everyone joins in. Though Kelly's eyes never left Amara for long.
O'Flanagans was usually a dive bar in the rapidly growing city of New York that few frequented less on had an "O" in front of their name. Though the O'Clery brothers were long-time patrons, not of the current owner, of his father, James O'Flanagan the founder. Long deceased now, and Jack his son never made any mention of the vibrant youthfulness of the O'Clery brothers he knew as a young lad, even though now he was a middle-aged man.
So on Saint Paddy's day, the twins went to their favorite spot as tradition demanded and as any good Irish lad knows, one does not break proper tradition. So the twins traveled across the entirety of the states to return to New York for this special day. A day of celebration and boozing. Too much boozing for Kieran as anyone present could tell as he was leading the entire pub in a song of the Rising Moon.
Kelly was all but holding his brother up who was swaying back and forth so hard he was splashing his pint. Singing along too but with a weary eye on his brother, and the alert gaze of someone who was not nearly as drunk as he might appear. So when a certain redhead strolled into the pub he couldn't help the way his eyes were drawn to her. It hadn't mattered that she hadn't come in alone, his eyes followed her as if everyone in the entire pub was moving in slow motion, all but Amara. She was a creature that stuck out like Ruby in a pile red dyed beads. She was pure, true, original, and with an aura about her that drew his gaze. Following it obviously so for any who was watching, be it her or her partner as he unconsciously licked his lips.
His gaze though constantly turning to a striking redhead, they moved into a new song singing it at the top of their lung so everyone joins in. Though Kelly's eyes never left Amara for long.
