Duck left, Lean, left Body hook, right uppercut, left straight, right cross."Another knockout. This leaves Andrew The Celt McGinty's pro record at 17-2." The announcer said with about as much enthusiasm as a dying cat, despite there being about 1800 people in attendance. The crowd wasn't all that excited, after all, he did just beat the hell out of a hometown boy in the early seconds of the third round. Andrew looked at the youngster
"You're good, work hard, and you could be great." Doing his best to give the boy a bit of an uplift.
Once in the back room, he grabbed a shower, threw on some clothes, and headed to The Argyle, a local dive bar occupied by a more mature crowd, usually with a pretty calm vibe, and the drinks were cheap. The walk down was pretty boring, so, Andrew, being himself, decided to liven it up a bit, by singing one of his favorite songs, at an unnecessary volume, and clearly purposely off-key and god-awfully.
"I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat
And the loving English feet they tramped all over us,
And each and every night when me father'd come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:
Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.
Come let me hear you tell
How you slammed the great Pernell,
When you fought them well and truly persecuted,
Where are the smears and jeers
That you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of sixteen were executed. "
"Hey, shut the fuck up" Came a yell from someone walking about ten feet in front of him.
"Oh what honey, you don't like me singin? "
"You better watch it, you dirty..." The man stopped as he turned and realized who he was speaking to.
"Dirty what? Dirty jew? Dirty bastard? Come on, ya can't just end with dirty..... What kinda insult is that, eh?" Andrew chuckled back, doing his best to tease the man.
"Just, please stop singing, no offense, but you're a much better boxer than a singer." The man replied calmly, suddenly giving respect where it was due.
"Oh, there's only one verse left anyway" Andrew, knowing he intimidated the man, went and wrapped his arm around the man, walking alongside and singing even louder.
"Come tell us how you slew
Those brave Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
How you bravely slew each one
With your sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
The day is coming fast
And the time is here at last,
When each yeoman will be cast aside before us,
And if there be a need
Sure my kids wil sing, "Godspeed!"
With a verse or two of Steven Beehan's chorus."
"Have a good night there grumpy!" Andrew said loudly as he barged into the Argyle.
The bartender poured him a shot of black rum, a scotch with two ice cubes, and a dark stout pint.
"Jesus dear, it's like you know me." Andrew chuckled as he slid the young girl a twenty.
And then his phone went off.
Guys, we have a client. He's rich and impatient, so I'd get your asses here ASAP.
"Oh for lord jesus fuckin sake. I gotta get on the horse dear, have a good night." He said as he downed the shots, and took a sizable gulp of the stout.
"When are you guys going to get Guinness on tap, mother mary's cunt this stuff's dirty." As he slipped out of the door, and headed four doors down.
He walked in, bringing in an air of "I need a drink"
The bartender immediately started pouring a pint of Guinness, and two shots of Bellanders Irish Whiskey.
He took them both and sat at the bar, pulled his phone out, and texted Nathan.
"I'm here, you guys handle the whole customer shit. I'll be drinking."
He sent it away.
"So how'd the fight go?" The bartender asked as Andrew poured the shots in his beer and slammed it down.
"Knocked him out in the beginnin' of the third! Kid had some good moves though. Three more wins and their putting me up on a title shot, or so they say. Can't trust friggin suit dummies." Andrew said, right as a rich looking man, in a nice suit sat down next to him.
The man looked, and laughed. "You really can't trust us, Mr. McGinty."
Andrew looked, and laughed, before slipping into the back with the rest of the team.
Ignoring whatever conversations were going on prior to his arrival, he strode over to their client, shook his hand, and introduced himself, before sitting down at the far end of the room, next to Cenn
"Hi." He whispered in a joking tone of voice, chuckling slightly.