Sid walked into O'Malley's Pub at 9:45. Before going over to the bar, he
decided to scope the place out. The bar was located at the very back of
the gigantic room. There were ten stools at the bar; six of them were in
use. In the front-left corner was stage with probably fifteen tables
arranged in a semi-circle protruding from it. It must have been a pretty
popular place because there were only two vacant tables.
Up on stage a new Oi band was playing. The lead singer wore a turban and looked quite young to be in a band. They were playing a Dropkick Murphys song; Bar Room Hero coincidentally. Sid started getting into the music but then remember what he was there for.
Sid walked over to the bar and took the stool on the end. The bartender was busy with another customer so Sid took another look around the place. A group of skinheads had just arrived. Sid decided that he had better turn around before one of them ended up without any brains.
As Sid turned aound, the bartender came over. Sid did want to screw himself over before his first job so he just ordered coke. The bartender left for a brief moment and came back with Sid's soda. Sid popped it open, took a sip, and then started scanning the room again. He knew they HAD to be watching him. His eyes glanced around the pub but he didn't see anything that resembled a peep hole. Well, let them have their secrects, thought Sid as he studied himself in mirror on the other side of bar. Having so much on his mind at the time, he didn't realize that his new boss was looking right at him through the other side.
Sid spaced off into the mirror for a couple minutes but then snapped out of it. He glanced down at his ditigal watch. 9:59. It was almost time.
A moment later the bartender came over.
"Green Fever?" the bartender asked quietly as he leaned over towards Sid.
Sid casually replied, "Yep."
"Go to the janitor's closet by the bathrooms. Knock four times. And good luck, man," the bartender instructed and then walked away.
As Sid got up, a fight between the guy with the turban and one of the skinheads was breaking out. If I didn't have other responsibilities I'd teach that stupid fascist a lesson, Sid thought as he walked towards the closet.
When he got there to the closet he noticed that instead of saying "Men" and "Women" on the restroom doors, it said "Lads" and "Lasses". Sid paused for a second and thought, Those are Scottish terms, not Irish ones. Oh, well. This place is pretty awesome anyway.
Sid shook his head to get his thoughts back on track. He raised his fist to knock on the door. After a second of hesistation, Sid went ahead and knocked four times.
A voice on the other side asked, "Code name?"
Once again Sid replied, "Green Fever."
Sid was getting sick of having to say that stupid name all of the time. The things you have to do for the cause, Sid thought philosphically.
The door opened and a punk-rocker, about Sid's height, with a purple inverse mohawk stood in the doorway.
"Follow me, please," the punk said polietely as he turned around.
Sid followed close behind the man as they made their way down the long, rather dark corridor.
Up on stage a new Oi band was playing. The lead singer wore a turban and looked quite young to be in a band. They were playing a Dropkick Murphys song; Bar Room Hero coincidentally. Sid started getting into the music but then remember what he was there for.
Sid walked over to the bar and took the stool on the end. The bartender was busy with another customer so Sid took another look around the place. A group of skinheads had just arrived. Sid decided that he had better turn around before one of them ended up without any brains.
As Sid turned aound, the bartender came over. Sid did want to screw himself over before his first job so he just ordered coke. The bartender left for a brief moment and came back with Sid's soda. Sid popped it open, took a sip, and then started scanning the room again. He knew they HAD to be watching him. His eyes glanced around the pub but he didn't see anything that resembled a peep hole. Well, let them have their secrects, thought Sid as he studied himself in mirror on the other side of bar. Having so much on his mind at the time, he didn't realize that his new boss was looking right at him through the other side.
Sid spaced off into the mirror for a couple minutes but then snapped out of it. He glanced down at his ditigal watch. 9:59. It was almost time.
A moment later the bartender came over.
"Green Fever?" the bartender asked quietly as he leaned over towards Sid.
Sid casually replied, "Yep."
"Go to the janitor's closet by the bathrooms. Knock four times. And good luck, man," the bartender instructed and then walked away.
As Sid got up, a fight between the guy with the turban and one of the skinheads was breaking out. If I didn't have other responsibilities I'd teach that stupid fascist a lesson, Sid thought as he walked towards the closet.
When he got there to the closet he noticed that instead of saying "Men" and "Women" on the restroom doors, it said "Lads" and "Lasses". Sid paused for a second and thought, Those are Scottish terms, not Irish ones. Oh, well. This place is pretty awesome anyway.
Sid shook his head to get his thoughts back on track. He raised his fist to knock on the door. After a second of hesistation, Sid went ahead and knocked four times.
A voice on the other side asked, "Code name?"
Once again Sid replied, "Green Fever."
Sid was getting sick of having to say that stupid name all of the time. The things you have to do for the cause, Sid thought philosphically.
The door opened and a punk-rocker, about Sid's height, with a purple inverse mohawk stood in the doorway.
"Follow me, please," the punk said polietely as he turned around.
Sid followed close behind the man as they made their way down the long, rather dark corridor.