The dim lights of the bar cast a warm glow in the space as patrons sit and chat amongst their groups or themselves. It wasn't loud but it wasn't still either as chuckles and voices filled the air adding life to the bleak night that was drizzling rain on the street outside. The Ghosts team sat in their usual spot in a lively mood after so many days filled with violence. It was one of the few reprieves they had, and they are taking every advantage of it. It was nice. Finally being able to take the edge off of their stress-filled lives with a vice that soothed the ache in their muscles.

Keegan takes a heavy sip of the in his glass, enjoying the burn of the liquid as it slides down his throat. A satisfied sigh left his lips as he leaned back in his chair and listened to his team banter with each other. It was peaceful. He felt like a proud dad who had his kids finally getting along for the first time in a long time. His brothers, his men, his friends, finally at peace for the first time in who knows how long. The conversation takes a turn between his men as the discussion of women is brought up after Logan points out a girl who keeps glancing over at him that he doesn't find interesting.

"God...You're so damn picky, man." Hesh snorts taking a long sip of his drink with a hearty chuckle and a shake of his head. "Nah, man. I just have a taste." Logan retorts with a little laugh of pure amusement as he nudges Hesh on his shoulder.

"You're just saying that because you can't pick her up is all." Keegan crows out as he shakes his head at the two. However, his attention is torn away as someone walks into the bar. They were beautiful. Keegan's blue hues follow them as they shed off their jacket and perch up on the stool. Merrick, Logan, and Hesh follow his gaze as they look at you at the bar. "Yeah, then put your money where your mouth is, and go pick them up...if you can," Hesh smirks. Keegan chuckles and polishes off the last of his drink. "Fine...I'll show you bastard how it's done," Keegan answers with a sly grin.