ah, summertime, one of the peak seasons for cillian to get his name out there as a planner. hell, in a town like this, it was always peak season. walking around town, the male stumbled upon what looked like a pub. there were folks standing outside sharing cigarettes and basking in the early summer heat. suddenly, it occurred to the bloke that he should probably take some time to enjoy himself, especially if he wanted to network. “aw fuck it,” he thought he murmured, instead, he said it rather loudly in an agitated tone.











