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Aug. 29th, 2020 07:46 pmThey're not friends.
They're almost friends, but they're not friends, which is exactly how Mad Sweeney likes it and that's why he grins broadly when he catches sight of the man who'd welcomed him to Darrow all those years ago with a proper fight. Even if they're not quite friends, he's a hell of a lot more interesting than anyone else here tonight, as proven by the fact that the woman he's playing darts against can't hit the board to save her life.
"Hey, boy-o!" Sweeney calls, looking directly at Chuck, even as he continues to throw his darts. In quick succession, all without looking at the board, he lands three nearly perfect shots, then abandons the game altogether. He snags his drink from the table as he goes, sauntering across the room and then nodding toward the bar in an unspoken question.
He'll get Chuck a drink. The bartenders here like him. He tips well and doesn't start fights and everyone seems to have a rush of good luck at the VLTs whenever he's around, which makes them buy more drinks. When Mad Sweeney stops in to this particular place, it's a good night for everyone involved.
As if to drive this fact home, there's a cheerful ringing from a machine in the corner and a little cheer goes up as the person sitting in front of it hits a modest jackpot.
"C'mon then, lad," he encourages. "Let's make a night of it."
They're almost friends, but they're not friends, which is exactly how Mad Sweeney likes it and that's why he grins broadly when he catches sight of the man who'd welcomed him to Darrow all those years ago with a proper fight. Even if they're not quite friends, he's a hell of a lot more interesting than anyone else here tonight, as proven by the fact that the woman he's playing darts against can't hit the board to save her life.
"Hey, boy-o!" Sweeney calls, looking directly at Chuck, even as he continues to throw his darts. In quick succession, all without looking at the board, he lands three nearly perfect shots, then abandons the game altogether. He snags his drink from the table as he goes, sauntering across the room and then nodding toward the bar in an unspoken question.
He'll get Chuck a drink. The bartenders here like him. He tips well and doesn't start fights and everyone seems to have a rush of good luck at the VLTs whenever he's around, which makes them buy more drinks. When Mad Sweeney stops in to this particular place, it's a good night for everyone involved.
As if to drive this fact home, there's a cheerful ringing from a machine in the corner and a little cheer goes up as the person sitting in front of it hits a modest jackpot.
"C'mon then, lad," he encourages. "Let's make a night of it."
