Connor & Casey
FOLEY
Finally, the day was done, work was over and Connor wanted nothing more than to get a drink at O'Malley's. This was the usually plan, while he wasn't there every night, he was there most nights out of the week for a drink. He did want to visit Mei as well, although she was probably tired, it may be best to visit her tomorrow, unless she would be at the bar tonight, that would be a nice surprise. Connor wondered sometimes, where their relationship was going, Mei was much different than the girls Connor was used to. Mei was very reserved and not too generous with her person. He entered the pub, holding the door open for oblivious Casey and Nat as they came through, talking about Nat's bum wrist and how it was beginning to affect his work.
"So is it like a sharp pain?" Casey asked as they entered the pub, "Like a sprain, or do you think it's more serious, does it swell up?"
"Yeah, it's a real sharp pain and then suddenly I can't use my arm no more. I drop whatever I'm holding or I just lose strength like that." he snapped his fingers, "But it never swells, I don't think it's broken, but honestly I don't really know. I am worried I'm gonna get fired though, 'cause I keep making our hard work go to hell with my weakness."
Casey nodded in understanding as he listened to Nat's words, sitting at the bar next to Tabby who was sipping on her drink he replied to Nat before giving her a greeting, "I'm sure of it the boss doesn't care none about it." he waved to O'Malley holding up a hand with three fingers up to signify the amount of drinks needed and then replied again, "I mean, we're Irish, your black, we're all replaceable. If you can't keep up, you're gonna be gone, and wit'out any sympathy." he said referring to the wealthy bosses lack of care for their people, "It's wrong, but-"
"But nothing!" Connor yelled suddenly, the conversation making him extremely angry. Already Connor blamed all of the trials and the unhappiness he faced in his life on these people, the biggest being the death of his father when he was only 13 years old. It was near impossible for him as he tried his best to cope with that. Now that Nat and Casey's eyes were fixed on him, he continued, "Bull shite is what that is! These pieces of scum, rich Americans who we all know were immigrants once from Britain, put themselves on a pedastool and take absolute role as dictators over their workers who slave for them just to be able to earn enough to make ends meet. In the process of them becoming rich and powerful they step on every honest, hard working man on the way, seeing them as expendable. Disgusting." he grabbed his drink from O'Malley and began to chug.