“good news, i’m not either.” maeve rolled her eyes, shaking her head. she looked at the bartender, giving them a specific look. maeve frequented the bars in the area enough for them to know who she was and what she liked. she rarely ever estranged from scotch on the rocks – unless she was in a party mood. typically, she liked to just sip scotch and watch people. she looked over at the man beside her, "you look way to tense for a man who just downed scotch. i think you need another drink.“
good, he thought but didn't voice it. she could sit there and not bother him and he would do the same. but then she talked again and alistair realized that wouldn’t be the case. “you will eventually learn that alcohol doesn’t solve everything.” he didn’t know if she was old enough to be there or not. “i think i have had enough.”
joseph turns towards the man, a smirk. “that’s too bad, i brought more scotch.”
it wasn’t a smile but there was a twitch to his lips nonetheless. “the only reason i’m letting you stay.” that wasn’t true. “but i won’t promise to let you have any of it.”
she stops in her tracks. “but uh, mr. buchanan….” she sounds like a scared mouse right about now. “you uh, you said i could interview you for my criminal law class paper.” she hopes he remembers. was she too early?
alistair immediately felt bad. he remembered the girl and yes he had said that. “yes, of course, i did.” and regretted now. “are you old enough to be here?” the thought arrived once he looked over the young woman. he was truly out of himself arranging this meeting at a bar of all places.
he was always on edge now, unable to relax even while at home and despite the security personnel he had around himself and his family. he downed the scotch he had in hand and tensed at the feeling of someone sitting next to him. “i’m not looking for company.”
— What’s CHRIS PINE doing in LOS ANGELES ?? Oh! That’s just ALISTAIR BUCHANAN the THIRTY-NINE year old who lives in LA! On the outside looking in everything is perfect - but nothing is ever as it seems. They are hiding HIS FATHER IS THE HEAD OF THE BIGGEST CRIME FAMILY IN NEW YORK. Yikes! I hope that doesn’t spread to the neighbors!
name: alistair michael buchanan (michael alistair narducci)
nicknames: none
birth date: january 5th, 1981
age: thirty-nine
zodiac: capricorn
place of birth: new york, ny
occupation: la county district attorney
born in ny to the head of the organized crime there but never liked the life
lost his mother when he was eighteen, murdered by another gang and blamed his father
moved to the west coast at 18 for school and took his mother’s maiden name and started to go by his middle name to get away from his past
went to stanford for both undergrad and law school
married his wife when he was around 22 and adopted her son, brooks, later they adopted their daughter, juliette
got a job in the district attorney’s office as soon as he got his jd
was elected for district attorney and made fighting against crime his platform
isn’t afraid of what could happen to him but has the whole family under police protection