And to you. The oldest of the Gallaghers worked the bar and had his hands on the taps as he looked over. With a wink, Aidan slid two pints down the bar to waiting hands. No need for that unless you're in a great hurry. His eyes, a deeper blue than his brother's, scanned the pub.
Service is a mite slower than our usual.
But there's a table or two left. Brenna turned to Trevor. The better to watch how the business ran. He followed her out and sat with her at one of the mushroom-shaped tables. There was a buzz of conversation, a haze of smoke, and the yeasty scent of beer.