England - Arthur
Scotland - Ian
Ireland - Connor
Wales - William
N. Ireland - Patrick
A flower shop next to a pub. There wasn't anything surprising about a pub in the area, there were countless in the city. It was the little flower shop tucked next to it that people remembered most. They used it as a landmark, to remember the pub.
The faded name near the door said "Kirkland's" but everyone just remembered it as "the pub by the flower shop".
This didn't bother the owners. Five brothers, though the oldest was obviously the leader, and the youngest was a cop, so he was usually it working.
Connor was Irish, very Irish. He was bright and cheery, had a loud voice and an even louder laugh. You could always find him behind the bar, serving drinks and pleasant conversation. Ask anyone and they'd say he was the nicest of all of the brothers.
For a while after the bar had opened people had asked why all of the brothers had different accents, but now it was just something they accepted. Anyone that asked could never get a decent answer, so they just stopped asking. They looked a lot a like, so everyone just accepted it.
Now there was a lull in customers, the early crowd having just filtered out and the late night bunch yet to arrive.
Connor called all of the brothers back into his office, the smell of cigars replacing the smell of whiskey and the leather-covered seats of the bar.
Settling into the cushioned armchair behind his desk Connor rested his elbows on the table.
"So, how are things?"
The rest of them had settled on the stacks of boxes, Ian taking the only other chair.
Arthur spoke up first.
"Should be able to get some new business tonight, the holidays are coming soon."
Ian snorts "which means in January I'll be breakin a lot o' fingers."
The bell on the door tinkles and Connor sits up. "Ian, go tend the bar fer me. Need ta talk ta William.
They all shuffle out, William taking Ian's chair.
"What do ya need boss?"
Connor rubs the back of his neck, leaning back in his chair. "how's our funds?"
"Almost done cleaning the money from last month. Glad Patrick was there to keep the cops off."
Connor nods. "He has been quite helpful. Who'd a thought havin a brother in the Force would actually be a good thing…Arthur's goin to go and see Mr. McAmmon about his fee. Hopefully he'll pay up. I'd hate ta hafta send Ian."
William chuckles.
The door swings open and Arthur peeks his head in. "We seem to have a client."
Connor nods. "What's she want?"
"Someone killed, her rich husband."
Another nod. "If she can pay…"
Arthur produces an envelope. "She said she has eight in here, and twice as much after the job."
"Good." Connor pulls himself up. "Send Ian. He's been bored lately."
Author's notes: I'm sorry this one is so short I just wanted it to be a set-up chapter and see if people were actually interested in it. Please feel free to leave comments and criticism, I really want to improve and make this something people will enjoy reading.
A note on their accents as well: I'm torn about using their accents, and I really want to know if you have any input on that as well. Thanks c: