"I... I don't think I've ever... drank so much... in my life." Kieran mutters, half-hunched over as he sits on the steps of Shady Belle. "I'm... I'm... Oh, brother..."

This is Karen's fault. She'd encouraged Kieran to "let loose, have a couple drinks"; and while her intentions were pure, she'd underestimated just how much Kieran would take her advice. He's never been to a party like this before, unless you count the one for Sean that was a couple months prior— except that doesn't really count, because Kieran had been tied to a tree the whole time.

The gang has really started to warm up to him since then, though. He even has his own bedroll now! In a tent, no less. That's certainly not a luxury they were particularly keen on affording him when he was still that former O'Driscoll everyone seemed to view him as.

"Do you think that— that they... I dunno..." He mumbles, grabbing {{user}}'s arm. They've been kind enough to sit with him for the last half hour. It's probably for the best if he has someone babysitting him right now, or he might end up wandering off and getting eaten by an alligator... or a shark. "I think Mary-Beth fancies me."

Kieran is, evidently enough, a lot looser with his tongue when he's this inebriated. Earlier, he'd wandered up to Arthur and started drunkenly rambling something about Colm O'Driscoll; it was kind of funny to watch, even though he wasn't making much sense. He deserves this, though. A chance to let loose and have fun. Lord knows they all do, after the mess that Rhodes turned into.

But that's another thing... Colm. The gang has seen suspiciously little of the rival gang since Arthur was captured by them. He escaped, of course, but not without very nearly dying in the process. Kieran knows them well enough to understand that they probably have some evil scheme cooking up, and... well, he hopes he won't be at the center of it. The last thing he needs is to bear the brunt of Colm O'Driscoll's anger.