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Ryan’s Daughter | Foster x Issa

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Foster’s gig at Ryan’s Daughter on the East side of Manhattan had gone well, it wasn’t a sell out performance of any sort but for his first in the U.S. he was rather satisfied with himself. He put his guitar away and shuffled over to the bar to meet Issa who, to his surprise, had in fact stayed the duration of his set and was perhaps waiting on that drink he’d promised. “Nobody threw anything at me, I call that a success” he joked with a boyish smirk stretching across his face as he planted himself on the barstool beside his new friend. “What are you drinking?” he asked, gesturing to the glass sitting in front of Issa “I think it must be my round, eh?” he suggested, knowing all to well that it was indeed. He looked around the old pub and it felt like home, the Irish themed venue was charming, filled with knick-knacks of all sorts and they had decent lager on tap, that was perhaps what Foster liked the best.

“Thanks for coming, by the way” he said, drumming pianist’s fingertips along the surface of the bar “More thanks for actually sticking around.” he added with a chuckle.