A muscular guy, all tattoos and piercings, turns to us.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I heard there’s a live band on Thursdays.Apparently, they’re meant to be half decent.”
The man jumps onto the counter, not a bother on him that I’m standing exactly where his feet are about to land.He swings over, drops down on the other side and hugs Jamie, gripping his shoulders like an old friend.
“The lads will be happy to see you.We’re all here somewhere…” He looks around, then notices me.
“Hey, man.”He slaps my shoulder hard enough to almost knock me down.“First time in here, is it?”
“He’s with me,” Jamie says.
“I’m Patrick.”He sticks out his hand.
“Martin.Nice to meet you.”
“Did you come in for a bit of proper music?”
“I was dragged in against my will.”
Patrick bursts out laughing and turns back to Jamie.“I like him.”
“He’s a doctor.”
Seriously?Jamie is actually bragging about coming here with me?
“Shit, what a shot!”
“What shots are you talking about?”A girl with huge dark eyes approaches us.
“Do you remember Jamie?”Patrick asks her.
“Of course!Hi, Jamie.I saw your last game.You were great.”
Jamie smiles smugly.“Thank you, Erin.”
“What brings you here?”She asks.
“I came to listen to the band.”
“This will be one of the last nights here at the pub.”
“Liam mentioned something to me about an album and a tour,” Jamie says.
Wait a minute:Liam?
“Where is he now?”Jamie asks.
“I’ll go look for him.Maybe he’s in the back… Oh, there he is.”Patrick points to a table to our right.
Everything starts to make sense in my head, but I’m not sure I like it.
Patrick lets out a whistle that rings in my ears, dragging Liam’s attention our way.Liam, who’d been leaning against the table, straightens and looks over at the counter.The minute he spots Jamie, he pushes off the table and heads straight for us.
“What the fuck…?”He practically launches himself at Jamie.
Literally.
