[Faolan hasn't really been paying all that much attention to his surroundings. Certainly not to the people around him -- in fact he's rather been trying to ignore them as best he can, in favor of getting himself as drunk as he can so that it will make them easier to ignore or maybe he'll just reach a point where he'll stop caring.
He hasn't quite reached that point yet, but he's getting close. Saint Patrick's Day really isn't his favorite holiday, as an Irishman. As an Irishman with no living family, hardly any friends, and a chip on his shoulder the size of... Well. It's pretty big to say the least. Pairing it off with the fact that he's the Head of the Hillingdon Clan, and secretly a Guardian of the Night Council -- yeah. He's definitely got a lot to be drinking about. In his mind anyway.
So he doesn't notice the other man at first, nor the glasses or the cane when he'd first come in. And he's mostly startled at being addressed at all, never mind being offered a drink. He glances behind himself, to look if there might be anyone more worthy of the offer, but he's the only one in this corner of the bar. Still, he feels he needs to clarify. (Hardly anyone usually takes a notice of him in a bar, short, moody, and forbidding as he is.)]
I, ah... D'you mean me? [There's a slightly lilting accent to his words -- Irish, definitely Irish.]
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He hasn't quite reached that point yet, but he's getting close. Saint Patrick's Day really isn't his favorite holiday, as an Irishman. As an Irishman with no living family, hardly any friends, and a chip on his shoulder the size of... Well. It's pretty big to say the least. Pairing it off with the fact that he's the Head of the Hillingdon Clan, and secretly a Guardian of the Night Council -- yeah. He's definitely got a lot to be drinking about. In his mind anyway.
So he doesn't notice the other man at first, nor the glasses or the cane when he'd first come in. And he's mostly startled at being addressed at all, never mind being offered a drink. He glances behind himself, to look if there might be anyone more worthy of the offer, but he's the only one in this corner of the bar. Still, he feels he needs to clarify. (Hardly anyone usually takes a notice of him in a bar, short, moody, and forbidding as he is.)]
I, ah... D'you mean me? [There's a slightly lilting accent to his words -- Irish, definitely Irish.]