The smell of smoke from a cigarette came from around the corner in an alleyway, the sound of men laughing also was heard in the distance. Gallagher was leaning back against the brick wall with a cigarette in one hand, and a flask in the other, minding his own business from the other mobsters.

Gallagher then looked up at the sky before puffing out smoke and closing his eyes, letting out a low sigh.

“What a day, tsk..”