Another day of work, another evening at the bar. Siobhan had requested he help a bit this time around, considering it was quite busy tonight, and he wasn't one to turn down a request for aid. Especially if it meant he could lose himself in mixing and talking for an evening.

Most of it was nonsense, but some of it was truth. Thinly veiled truths woven into an improbable, wicked story so that no one would ever notice, that no one would pay attention to, like the foam slowly dissipating on a glass of a well-made drink.

"That couldn't truly have happened?" One patron remarked in a flabbergasted way once Gallagher had finished his tale. He just smiled and shook his head.

"Of course not."