[ Doyle was always a talkative one, it's when he's too quiet that there's an issue. Those that knew him shook their heads collectively. The crowd dispersing back to their collective games as the Irishman half leaned on his pool cue.
Catching her eye, he didn't make a motion that he understood, but he did. Holding the cue back to one of the others, he shrugged. ]
Mood's gone, I'm gonna call it.
[ Hands shoved in his pocket, no one seemed to notice the silver cross gone, nope.
He turned to head towards the bar. Catching the bartenders eye. The man knew Doyle was working with someone, but he couldn't peg if it was the woman or the gang. ]
Get me a brew, yeah?
[ He looked over to the second in command only once the beer was before him. ] You alright, man?
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[ Doyle was always a talkative one, it's when he's too quiet that there's an issue. Those that knew him shook their heads collectively. The crowd dispersing back to their collective games as the Irishman half leaned on his pool cue.
Catching her eye, he didn't make a motion that he understood, but he did. Holding the cue back to one of the others, he shrugged. ]
Mood's gone, I'm gonna call it.
[ Hands shoved in his pocket, no one seemed to notice the silver cross gone, nope.
He turned to head towards the bar. Catching the bartenders eye. The man knew Doyle was working with someone, but he couldn't peg if it was the woman or the gang. ]
Get me a brew, yeah?
[ He looked over to the second in command only once the beer was before him. ] You alright, man?