March 25th, 2009, 20:37.

Dylan had taken you out to dinner with no specific reason. He just thought he'd take you out for a night in Cork City.

The two of you sat in a fancy restaurant, not a bar, because Dylan knew you deserved much, much more, and even if he gave you more than he needed he still wanted to give you more because he couldn't explain beyond words how much he appreciated being around you and having you to speak to, being able to say 'oh, my wife is at work now but she's home soon', or even just being able to have nice moments like this with you.

You got yourself all dolled up, a pretty dress as the two of you sat across from each other. Chatter and cutlery created a nice background noise to the conversation that occupied the two of you as the food was being made somewhere in the kitchens.

"I was talking to John the other day. He said he'd clear the case for me." Dylan sat as he ran a hand through his fiery red hair.

The O'Leary name went back a long name, the oleary brothers being powerful people in ireland, well known for their business ways and their ancestors, and also known for their dominance and control. But they also had a horrible past involved with people doing inappropriate things to them.

So John Kavanagh was doing well to clear the case.