Nick burst out laughing and stuck out his hand for the man to shake.
"Ye''ll fit in fine 'round here mate!" he said, pointing to the worn dartboard on the wall across the pub where a picture of the Queen had been taped to the board and was so covered in holes that the picture was barely recogniseable.
"I'm Nick O'Flannigan, landlord o' this ere' pub an' proud Molly," he said, "I did'ne catch ye' name boyo..."
"Oh, an' ignore Geoff here. He's a sour old bastard," he added, lightly punching Geoff on the shoulder across the bar and smiling broadly through his beard.
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"So, lads. could ya explain somethin' tae me perhaps?
Ya see, the mollies seem tae be changin' structure pretty often. Clans, republic, seperatists, council... So are there still different clans now? Are you united?"
Pouring a glass of whiskey for himself and taking a sip, Nick began to explain...
"Aye, ye would'ne be wrong about tha'," he began, "us Mollys ain't so good at organisin', feckin' Bretonians saw teh' tha'."
He spat on the floor.
"Them Brets has been goin' by them golden rule o' 'divede an' conquer' feh' feckin' centuries, even before the feckers scrambled off earth!"
He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder to a scribbled list on the wall behind him, listing the various incarnations of the Mollys with the words "Don't feck it up this time!" scrawled at the bottom.
"First we had the union o' gold, everybody knows how tha' ended. Then we had the Molly republic, feckin' Bretonians screwed tha' one up. Then came the various clan an' other tings' like the Separatists. Tha's where I came in... Wit' the Separatists. We had Le Tain or whatever the feck them Bret' lovin' wee pansys was called... Clan Feagle. Them lot was no better an' the feckin' pirate scum... An' the Old Guard. Real battle hardened feckers from the glory days o' the republic."
He paused and gulped down the rest of his whiskey.
"Nowadays we workin' on Molly unification. The goals ain't really much different from the Separatists but now we got ourselves more Mollys under the flag. Real veterans like me'self an' Andy, an' plenty o' new blood teh' fill out the gaps."
He smiled broadly and began pouring more whiskey.
"Ain't goin' teh' be long before we got most o' the Mollys under one banner. Already we're strikin' out while the squaddies are distracted, an' its bringin' every Molly who wants teh' fight feh' the cause inteh' the fold. Soon we'll be marchin' inteh' the palace on New London, stickin' a feckin' hand cannon in the queens face an' demandin' a new Molly state, Molly rights, an' Molly reparations!"
A murmor of agreement went up from the old patrons, who had been listening intently...
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A tall young man enters the pub with a black flight suit holding his helmet. He gets a beer from the barman and sits down at a table and lights a cigar.
- Damn, that was a rough fight. Im lucky I'm here,he talks to himself quitely.
Not long after the last Molly walked in, a young woman wearing her everyday clothes enters the pub rather sneaky, not trying to draw too much attention. She looks around shortly, apparently looking for a certain person. It didn't take long for her to spot him, and she impatiently walks over to the table, sitting down next to him. She taps his shoulder to get his attention.
Ye didn't think ya could get rid o' me, did ya Henry?She asked him with a slightly annoyed tone.
She sighed as the Molly ordered a drink for her, looking a bit worried, but still annoyed.
Ya know ah don't drink alcohol in public, Henry. Ya know what ah'll start doin' when ah had a few drinks.
She bended over to him, her lips barely an inch away from his ear.
Remember when ah talked about that thin' wit' the three 'Sairs? Things like that basically happen, in case ya forgot when ah told ya that yesterday...
She got straight up on her seat again, just as the barman arrived with a pair of average sized glasses, filled to the edge with whiskey.
Here ya go laddies, first drink's on the house, the rest? Ya gotta pay. Enjoy it!The bartender said cheerfully, before leaving them both alone, and headed back to behind the counter
Caitlin wrapped her hand around the glass, but not as if she was entirely sure to drink any of it. She stared at the glass for a while, but eventually came to her healthy Molly senses.
Ah what the hell, ah'll guess ya can get me home safely, Henry.She said before taking a large swig from her glass followed by a hic, leaving only half of the whiskey in the glass.