Chapter 2: Erin Go Bragh
Ronan Flannery lived in Ireland all his life. He tried his best to get independence, and now wanted to unify it fully and completely break the bonds of the English. But Ronan was on the run from something. Ronan got beat up by policemen during a protest in Ireland, far from his native Cork. Broken and on the run, he'd fled to the United States and got a job putting Bevo in bottles in . He was looking for an old friend of his. Sadly, he only had one lead, which led him to a little restaurant on one side of town.
Mitzi sat in the office of the Little Daisy, just up a flight of stairs hidden by a doorway. She looked at books, with a bit of help from Lacy. Lacy was a sort of financial wizard, and Ivy appreciated the help. "Hmm...so we made quite a bit this week. Think we should invest any, Lacy?"
Lacy shook her head. "I say we keep it in for now."
"Are you sure? We have 5600 dollars, that's nothing to laugh at!"
"I don't know what we could invest in other than property that wouldn't draw some kind of attention in the long run. Why don't you get yourself something nice? Maybe redo the walls in here?"
"Maybe something for Wick?" Mitzi had still been eyeing Wick and his fortune for a while. Of course, it didn't stop at his fortune. She couldn't quite remember anyone who she loved to be around more than Wick, save for the late Atlas May.
"...of course, something nice for Wick could work."
"What's the matter?"
"Hmm?"
"There was a pause before you said 'of course', and you didn't exactly sound thrilled."
"Well, he has just about everything he could want." Lacy shrugged. For reasons we won't discuss at the moment, Lacy was certainly not interested in Wick. But, speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Wick entered without knocking and kissed Mitzi on her cheek. "Hello, Mitzi...how're you?"
"Wonderful. We're making an awful lot more than we were just a month ago…"
"Well, that's fine. Mitzi, I wanted to ask you abo-" The door swung open. Viktor was trying in vain to hold back a large, angry looking cat in a flat cap, shirt, work pants and brogues. Viktor huffed. "He's...writhing too much!" Viktor tightened his grip as the frightened party looked on. Viktor laid a large, open handed slap on the other one's face, which the assailant responded to by punching him square in the jaw and hissing. "I'm not gonna hurt anyone if you just...let...go!" Viktor slammed him up against the wall. "Vhy are you here, eh!?" He snarled into the man's face. "I'm here for Calvin, but I see he ain't in today!" The man's accent was thick, and his speech was gruff, yet so quick that someone unfamiliar with the accent could hardly understand it. "Speak...Slow!" Viktor hit him again.
"I'm here for Calvin!" He said, panting and rubbing his cheek.
"Calvin? What do you want with Calvin?" Mitzi asked. "More importantly, who are you and why're you starting fights?"
"I started fight, miss Mitzi." Viktor said.
"Viktor, .we talked about this!"
"Ja, ja…"
"What do you want with Cal?"
The man looked up. "My name's Ronan Flannery, I knew him in Ireland."
"Ireland? He's never been to Ireland befo-"
"He's lying. Something happened over there he doesn't like t'talk on."
Mitzi swallowed nervously. "You're not here to kill him are you?"
"Kill him? 'Course not. I have a message about something. Something he'll want to know about." He said. Wick furrowed a brow. "Something you can't share with the rest of us, I presume? Some big secret?"
"It's about a friend. Killed a week ago. Calvin HAS to know." Ronan handed over an envelope. "It's important. Make sure he gets it." He looked at the clock. Viktor let him down as Mitzi grabbed the note. "Viktor, let him go." Viktor stepped back. Ronan sighed.
"I'm sorry about the fright, ma'am. Just...get it to him. I've got a place t'be." He rushed out. Must've been late for his job at the Brewery, putting cheap imitation beer into bottles. Mitzi scratched her head. "Well...apart from the fighting which was completely uncalled for, Viktor," She glared at Viktor, who looked down, "Now we know that Cal went to Ireland. Just when was he gonna tell us that?"
Wick looked over. "Well, maybe that Ronan guy was right. Something happened, the kid's fragile already, bound to be a secret or two in there. Say, where is the boy anyhow?"
"Not sure. He and Ivy are late." They weren't late by much, but the both of them were typically early. Mitzi figured she knew exactly why they were, but she wasn't just going to assume. Lacy looked at the clock as well. "Mr. Sable, we have a quarry inspection today." The two walked out, Wick putting a gentle smooch on Mitzi's ear. And so, Mitzi sat and waited for someone to come in to ask about the schedule.
Calvin walked in, holding his jacket in his hand, wearing a flat cap, sweater vest, black tie, shirt, slacks, and a pair of brogues his mother bought him for christmas a few months prior. He looked at Ivy. "Morning, anything for me or Rocky today?"
"Morning Calvin. We're well stocked, so no work for you today, but someone named Ronan came looking for you. He wanted to give you this."
"Ronan? Ronan Flannery?"
"From your mystery trip to Ireland." She looked up, looking annoyed. "The one that Ronan said something happened on? Some sort of-"
"I get it." Calvin said. He looked almost angry and took the note. Mitzi sighed. "Sorry to press."
"It's fine, I shouldn't have yelled." he said after a small pause. "I'll read this later."
Calvin was sure he knew what was on the note. But he couldn't pick it up to read just yet.