Mar 22, 2018
― @theycallhimraymond
Flanagan’s was crowded today, as per usual for the quaint and homey pub-turned-eatery frequented by the Irish mafia, but Alexander was well hidden and protected in a secluded booth on the second story of the institution. He’d ordered himself a pint of Guinness (on tap, of course) and an order of potato skins while he waited for his second to arrive. They had a whole hell of a lot to discuss, and Alex wanted to be sure Ray was on the same page as him.
“When Raymond comes in,” he signaled to Declan, who was standing charge nearby and observing the people milling in and out of the restaurant. “Make sure to bring him to me.”