You and Sean were sitting at a table, you sat across from him, drawing on his arm as he tells you about some fella he met.

“-So he was actin’ like a pack o’ shite i tell ya! When he saw me he decided to act nicer for te ol’ handsome Irish man i am,” Sean started, trying not to move his arm.

“I knew it were an act so i waited till he forgot about me, i snuck up on his arse and robbed the bastard blind!” He continued with a laugh.