June Devers took a long drag of her cigarette as she stood on the front stoop of the apartment building she lived in. Her newly arriving guest would be pulling in front at any moment. The girl's father had passed over a month ago in Texas, all the way in the states. She detested the way that an entire ocean laid between her & the man she'd adored since childhood. Throughout the years, they'd remained friends, even after he'd left Ireland to be with the American woman who birthed him a daughter. She'd remained right where he left her. In Ireland. June had moved on with her life, reasonable so, with the late father of her 4 children. All of which remained under her roof with Dympna being the oldest and only boy at 23. She adored her family, extended family also. She was mother to them all. They were a unit… a brand. The Devers name was infamous in their part of Ireland. A brand name to be respected, as well as feared. The family business demanded the loyalty of all involved. All the way up from the bosses to the delegates to the dealers all the way to the down to the cooks and so on. The drug business wasn't for the weak or timid. But these titles and descriptions weren't for her or her daughters to worry about. It was strictly a Devers male construct. Her job was to provide a bit of wisdom and to take care of her family. She never worried about the ins and outs of things. June knew the Devers took care of their own and more. However, she worried about her son, Dympna. He had taken on the role of the man of the house once their father died of a heart attack some 10 years ago. Her brothers in law, Hector and Paudi, began molding him into the image they wanted at the tender age of 13. Dympna would become their street man until one, or both, of them met their own demise. June often missed sleep at night worrying her only son would never open the door to their home again. Dympna would then be boss. Head of the Devers family. June struggled with that concept. On one hand she was proud of the strength he'd harnessed from his endeavors. On the other hand, he could be a monster when provoked. June secretly wished a better life for all of her children. Dympna would be out every night, collecting and making deals. The only reason she didn't go searching for him when he stayed out past 3am is Douglas "Arm" Armstrong. The muscle. He was Dympna's enforcer. Arm may not be her flesh and blood but he lived in her home with the rest of her children, most of the time. He had his own issues to deal with at other times. Arm was the most feared enforcer this side of Ireland… Fear. It was synonymous with the Devers name.

Yet, fear was not the emotion coursing through June Devers veins at the moment. The current emotion was anxiety. Was this a good idea? Should she open her home to this young stranger? The girl was innocent of who her family really was and how they made a living. Not long before the girl's father passed, He'd called June. It wasn't completely out of the ordinary. Patrick would call her from time to time, especially after her husband's death 10 years ago. His wife died giving birth to his daughter 20 years ago. Patrick had a favor to ask June that day. The lung cancer was eating away at his life faster than the chemo would stop it. So he refused the treatment. His only regret was that his daughter would be left in the states alone. She was only 20 years old and he didn't have a dime to leave her. " Paddie, what are you asking of me? What can I do?" He sighed. "I need you to take care of me daughter June. She's in no shape to take care of herself yet. We have no family here. I never kept in touch with her mother's family here in the states after she passed. She's a good girl June. She just needs family. I won't be here for much longer." And there it was. The confession. The favor. Now here she was. Standing in front of the apartment building that her family owned in the forgotten section of the small town they'd always resided in. The very same town they grew up in, waiting to her new ward.

Dust kicked up behind the small Toyota as her oldest daughter, Niamh, pulled in front of the building. June tossed her cigarette butt to the side and walked towards the car. A small framed black girl climbs out of the back seat to greet June. She was lovely. Thick curly black hair that stretched to the middle of her petite back. Those high cheek bones gave her more of a fairy like appearance than a 20 yr old. She wore a black collared crop top with faded blue jeans and black doc martin boots. The girl couldn't have been more than 100 lbs but bore a shapely figure for someone so petite at 5 ft tall. A gasp fell from June's mouth when the girl looked directly into her eyes with a shy dimpled smile. June knew those eyes. They were Patrick's eyes. Just as grey as the Irish sky. Maybe even a shade lighter. Almost silver. June caught herself staring at the intimately familiar gaze and captured the girl in her arms in greeting. "Hello Everly. It's wonderful to finally meet you dear. I'm so sorry about your father." Everly was temporarily caught off guard when the thin red-haired matron embraced her. She wasn't expecting that. Everly wasn't put off by the public display of affection. Though, most people don't greet first time guest that way in the states. It was familiar. Her father had always greeted others with such affection. He said it was the way of the Irish. So, the embrace was welcomed. June's eyes shown with tears as she peered into Everly's grey gaze like she wanted to say more but stopped herself. "Welcome to our home dear. Bring your bags inside, and I'll show you around the house."

Everly grabbed the only suitcase she had and followed the 2 Devers women into the tenement. After introductions to a few tenants and a brief tour pf the building, Niamh introduced Everly to the other 2 Devers women in the home. 14-year-old Charlie with her bright blue eyes & Dark auburn hair was adorable with freckles that stretched across her elfin nose. She was the quiet sort. She didn't speak much but was respectful and polit. 19-year-old Chevorn was friendlier with a mass of dark curls that framed her round dimpled face and blue eyes. 21 yr old Niamh was the outspoken Devers sister with her fiery red hair and piercing emerald green eyes. She resembled her mother the most. She nearly always smiled when she spoke, which was often. That was fine with Everly. The more Niamh spoke the more she didn't have to. "You'll meet my son Dympna later. Hopefully he'll make it in time for dinner. Let me show you to your room dear." June noticed Everly viewing all of the family photos taken over the years and placed the walls of the stairway to the 2nd floor of the apartment. "We've lived here a very long time. My late husband and I raised all our children here right after we bought the building. It may not look like much on the outside but it's home to us and other families that rent from us. Now it's home to you too." June smiled. "you'll share a room with Chevorn & Niamh. I'll leave it to the 3 of you to make any adjustments. Please feel free to use the drawers and closet for your tings. Dinner should be in a couple hours. I'll leave you to sort your things." June peered into those ever-familiar grey eyes & placed a gentle hand on Everly's cheek. "You're a Devers now. You're family. Loyalty is all we ask of you here. You can expect the same from us. Loyalty makes you part of the family. Always remember that." Everly gave a small smile and nodded. June turned to leave "Ms. Devers? Thank you. For everything." June smiled "your welcome dear, and please call me June." June turned to leave Everly to unpack her things and get acquainted with her new surroundings. June knew that the truth behind her subtle warning to Everly regarding loyalty would be revealed eventually, and she'd have to give an overview of the family business. She'd save that info as it needed to be revealed. For now, she'd allow the Everly to become accustomed to them. The girl seemed to accept her new situation, but June could tell that there was a sadness behind those familiar grey eyes. Not that June could blame her, but eventually Everly would have to separate that sadness to move on with her new life in Ireland.

"How do Brando?" Dympna chimed as he and Arm strolled through the entrance of the apartment building, he'd been raised in. He was finally home. It had been a long arduous day for the two. There was a shipment of drugs that came in from Greece as usual….. a week late. Hector and Paudi were climbing the walls. The buyers had to wait until the ship was offloaded and the cargo inspected by the gardi before Dympna could oversee the placement of their cargo into vehicles for transport to their farm. Their payments to the same gardi officer had always covered them in that area. So, of course the inspection went smooth…the usual. The buyers waited patiently. Of course, they waited. You don't question the Devers family, especially not on their grounds. Uncle Paudi was primed and ready for any misstep from anyone. Sometimes, even a lingering stare would get him riled. The offender would find themselves upside down, chained by the ankles, electrocuted, and bleeding profusely in one of the many warehouses on the farm. Or maybe Paudi' would rip your fingernails out one by one with an old pair of rusted pliers. Your reaction being his pleasure. Uncle Paudi was a known sadist. He inflicted pain when necessary…. And more often than not, unnecessarily. His psychotic tendencies were legend and elicited fear and commanded respect.

The ever-present Arm was at Dympna's side as they entered their home. A loyal skin. A simple-minded fella in Dympna's eyes but loyal, no doubt. That fact made him uncomplicated. Dympna also considered him a friend. A brother of sorts. He tried to take care of Arm after his breakup with Ursula. The mother of his son, Jack. Arm had refrain from boxing after he killed a fella during a fight some years ago. It wasn't his fault, but Arm blamed himself no less. So Dympna gave him a job with the Devers family. He'd proven himself time and time again as Dympna's right hand man and enforcer. After the deal was over this day and everyone went their separate ways, Dympna and Arm paid a visit to a few customers that owed money. Right so. You pay what you owe, or we pay you a visit. Simple. If not, you may or may not be missing teeth by the end of the sit down. After all was said and done, the two bros went their way with the cash they intended to get, even if a couple fellas had to be handled in an uncivilized like manner. That put Dympna in a piss poor mood. He did what he had to do, but he didn't enjoy the violence. He loved the power this business provided but not the means to get it. He was ready to get home, take a shower, and relax until dinner was ready. A Guinness was a necessity at the local pub on the way. That was why when his mother called to remind him that their new house guest had arrived and he was expected to be on time for dinner, he groaned aloud. "What's the problem Dympna?" Said Arm. Expecting it to be some last second mission given to them by Hector and Paudi. Arm was suddenly on high alert. "nothin buddy. Just me Ma. Our new house guest is there. We have to go straight home to dinner with the girls. Ya know… play nice, be friendly to whoever this Yankee girl is." Dympna sighed. "Who is she to your family?" asked Arm. Genuinely curious. "She's the daughter of an old family friend I hear. From way back with me Ma and me uncles. I think me Dad knew him too. Anyway, he died some months ago in the states. Me Ma promised to look after the girl. So, we have to skip the pub for tonight yea?" Arm nodded his head saying. "Aye. Right so."

The two pulled in behind Niamh's car and parked. Dympna opened the door to the smell of food wafting from the kitchen. Young Charlie greeted them first. Arm went upstairs to wash the remaining blood off of his knuckles while Dympna played his part as the annoying older brother by ruffling Charlie's hair and kissing her cheek. Much to her protest. He then kissed his mother on the cheek in greeting and traded lighthearted banter with his other 2 sisters. "where's the Yankee girlie?" he smiled. "she'll be down in a second, I'm sure." Said June. Arm soon came back downstairs, freshly washed hands, and sat quietly. Listening to the familial chatter in the kitchen.

"Hi" all present turned to see Everly standing in the doorway of the kitchen with a shy smile on her face. Dympna's jaw nearly hit the floor, much to Arm's delight. Dympna could have sworn he heard a thunderclap at that moment. She was ethereal. A mass of jet-black curls framed a delicate elfin face, nose, full lips, brown skin, and the most angelic light grey eyes he'd ever seen. She looked directly at him and he felt his hand twitch. Dympna could feel those eyes piercing though him. If he stood there long enough, he thought she'd see straight through him to the wall behind him. He tried to put on a cocky smile and shake her hand, like a nice host. Then she smiled at him. A full megawatt smile. A large dimple formed on her right cheek that gave her the innocent look of small child. Dympna swallowed hard and introduced himself. "How do? I'm Dympna. Nice to meet you Yankee." He said cheekily. "Nice to meet you. I'm Everly, not Yankee." She said in her slow Texas drawl. Dympna was taken back a bit by her accent. Before he could say more, June introduced Arm to Everly. She could see the look on her son's face. He was obviously awe struck by the pretty young lady, but she was off limits. June would make that clear to Dympna before the night was over with. She knew what kind of women he "associated" with. She promised to take care of Everly, not feed her to the wolves. June loved her son but his choices of female companionship left something to be desired. She wished he was more like Arm in that respect. Arm was devoted to that spoiled cunt Ursula. Even after their breakup he STILL loved her, if June's instincts were correct.

Dinner was a lively affair. Much more than Everly had ever been exposed to. Meals with Dad consisted of him telling her of all the myths, legends, and storied of his Irish homeland. He'd tell the same stories over the years, but she didn't care. She loved hearing him tell them in his beautiful Irish lilt. It was just the two of them, and she adored her often drunk chain-smoking father. Everyone at the table had stories of their day to tell the others. Everly couldn't focus on the conversations for a long period of time. Her equilibrium had been disturbed. Dympna with his bleached blond hair, deep dimpled carefree smile, and full pouty lips had caught her off guard. Then she just had to look him in the eyes, didn't she? Those sky-blue eyes. She'd never seen eyes that blue before. She was tempted to ask if they were contacts! They were magnetic….. and off putting. Similar to the butterflies that formed in her belly. Along with some other sensations she didn't care to analyze now…or ever.

Ever so often during the dinner conversation, Arm would catch Dympna sneaking a look at Everly. Then he'd catch Everly sneaking a look at Dympna. Non one else seemed to notice so far. He didn't blame Dympna for looking. She was a stunning girl. Half white Irish half black American. Not typical in their part of Ireland, but not unheard of either. Unlike the states, the Irish were accepting like that. The usual jokes and laughter were present at the table. Arm couldn't help but think that the near future is about to get REALLY interesting. He enjoyed the conversations long enough to be polite. Then excused himself to go to bed early. He had a playdate with Jack in the morning.

Everly helped pick up plates and load the dish washer with Charlie at the end of the night. Everyone had been so kind. They included her in their dinner conversation and made her feel welcome. She thought it odd that no one ever mentioned work or what they do for a living. Don't most people at least mention work during family dinner conversations? She didn't dwell on it. She couldn't. Not with Dympna eyeing her like a hawk from the other side of the kitchen. All through dinner, he never spoke directly to her. Not once. She didn't know what to make of him. He seemed to be outgoing and social. At least around his family anyway. By all appearances, Dympna was the family entertainer with his quick wit and cheeky commentary. Everly also detected a bit of arrogance. That's the part that gave her pause. He was a cocky bastard. A hot one, but cocky none the less. Everly just couldn't figure out if that was what intrigued her about him. Nevertheless, she felt like a bug under a microscope with him eyeing her. She and Charlie finished their task and started to retreat to the room Everly was to share with the other 2 Devers sisters.

"Hey Yankee girl! I hear you're some kind of artist. What do you do?" Dympna inquired with a smirk as he blocked her path with his own body. Everly could smell the cologne from his body and the beer on his breathe. He was uncomfortably close, and several inches taller than she. She had to look up to see his handsome smug face looking down his nose at her, beer in hand. "I'm a jack of many trades but yes I'm an artist. I paint. And yourself? What do you do, sir?" Everly hoped she sounded braver than she actually was. Dympna gave a dimpled lopsided grin and said "aye, I'm also a jack of many trades. Painting, eh? What do you paint? Need a model?" he winked at his inuendo and swigged his beer. Everly let out a laugh while he continued to block her only means of escape from his proximity. "You laugh but I mean it. I could be the next Leonardo DiCaprio one day. You'll regret that you laughed at me offer. You should take me up on it while I'm still available." Dympna put his lips next to Everly's ear. "I may be persuaded to do a nude for ye, IF you ask nicely." Everly was overheating. There were sensations happening to her body as his breath ticked her ear were foreign. She'd been near attractive guys before, but she'd never really been attracted to anyone. Her best friend back in Texas often told her she was missing the sex gene. Meaning, she never really had a desire for it. Maybe she was a late bloomer? That was neither here nor there at the moment. For once in her life Everly felt…..DESIRE. At the ripe old age of 20, virginity still intact. Everly couldn't help but watch his Adams apple bob up and down as Dympna stood straight up again, taking another swig of beer. She liked the way the muscles in his neck contracted as he swallowed. She enjoyed that so much that she didn't realize Dympna was staring at her waiting for an answer to his inappropriate question. "um, right, um, I'll let you know." She ducked under his arm on the door frame and bolted upstairs.

Dympna could see the lustful look on Everly's face. Her pupils dilated. Good. He wanted a reaction out of her. He wanted to disturb that calm demeanor. He hoped he was making her as uncomfortable as he'd been all night. Watching her out of the corner of his eye each time she placed the fork between her full lips. Desire pool in his lower half so fiercely that he dragged his gaze away from her towards the table several times before he realized he couldn't look at her without the desire to suck on those lips taking over his train of thought. So, he decided to flirt with her a bit. Test the waters while no one else was eyeing them. After she'd ducked beneath his arm to run upstairs, there was a hint of the perfume left in her wake. A soft coconut scent. Dympna smiled to himself at their brief interaction.

"Dympna, can you come outside with me for a minute?" June asked, pulling him from his memories. Dympna dutifully followed his mother out in front of the building as she lit a cigarette. Those bright green eyes gave him a knowing look. "Listen, I know you were watching Everly. You've been eyeing her since you met. I don't blame you. She's a beautiful girl, but she's also sweet. She just lost her father and she's living in our house. She out of her element here in Ireland and the last thing he needs is to be perused by you or anyone else." Dympna could see she wasn't angry, just direct as always. His mother didn't believe in beating around the bush. She just told things as they were, but this was making for an uncomfortable conversation. No man wanted to have these types of conversations with their mother. "Ma, I'm planning not on pursuing her. But if I did, would that be SO bad?" He was starting to get offended by her implications. "ye think she not good enough for me eh? Is that it?" He'd keep his tone of voice neutral. Always out of respect. "You're my child and I love you Dympna Devers, but I know the likes of all the women in this town that you've pursued over the years. The numbers are growing steadily." She deadpanned with a cheeky smile pf her own. Dympna couldn't help but smirk at her. She knew him sure enough. He'd charmed his way through many of this town's women, of all ages, since he was 14 yrs old. Now at 22, he'd held the title of womanizer around town. Women couldn't help themselves around him. He could charm the panties off most he met and smile his way through the rest. Those dimples and sky-blue eyes he'd inherited from his father gave him more of an edge on the dating scene. He could get a way with it because of who he was and what family he was apart of. He was the Aire apparent. Set to inherit the Devers drug business. That instilled enough fear in anyone who'd oppose anything he did or said. His short temper and lack of patience was also infamous. He knew he was a force to be reckoned with, but in the presence of his dear mother, he always humbled himself. "I get it. I get it. I promise I won't lay finger on her. Yeah?" Grabbing her Hand to give it a quick kiss. June cupped his cheek and smiled "thank you. Da last thing I need is to have to nurse her broken heart after all she been through. Ye know wit er father passin an all. I'm not sayin you can't be a friend, but just be careful not to lead er on, eh?" Dympna released her hand and nodded his agreement, heading back into their apartment building. He'd do his best to be kind, accommodating, and hands off towards Everly. No more flirty comments or proximity or he'd make himself into a liar.

Everly woke early from a disturbing dream. In the dream, she was running from a voice but towards it at the same time. It was familiar but she couldn't place it with anyone. There was no face. No physical form but there was this sense of danger that she craved and was repelled by. There was a hint of something else lingering in the air, though faint. Fear. A man's voice beckoning her to him in the night. She could still hear him whispering her name as she sat up in bed hoping against hope that she hadn't disturbed Chevorn and Niamh. They were dead asleep in the much larger Queen-sized bed across the room from her twin sized bed. The sunlight was barely parting the clouds outside the window. She'd been in Ireland over a month now. Everyone had fallen into routine, and there was a comfortable familiarity between her and the Devers clan. They rarely did anything apart from each other, at least the girls anyway. Young Charlie had taken to following Everly to different rural locations while she sought out artistic inspiration from the lush natural landscape Ireland provided. Everly enjoyed the girl's quiet companionship. She was an excellent guide to all the ancient ruins and rock formations. The environment was different here than in Texas. The mountains formed a natural barrier from the rest of the island. It was like being on a different planet for a while. You'd almost imagined fairies lived near. It was ethereal. The lake waters always so calm and tranquil. So calm that there would always be a heavenly reflection in them. Just like a mirror. When the sky was blue, a rarity for long, the reflection on the lake mirroring the sky reminded Everly of Dympna's eyes. The depth in those eyes always spoke a different tale than he tried to portray to others with his playful demeanor. She could see there was wisdom and a sadness in them. Like, something in life had made him old before his time, but the only way to tell it was to peer into those blue orbs. His youthful good looks shielded him from most looking to question his aura. He'd made himself scarce over the last couple of weeks, missing most of the family dinners. He and Arm were always first to leave the house and last to come in at night. You'd think he'd take a day off…but no. He appeared to be consumed with whatever he did for a living 7 days a week. Even when he happened to cross her path, he was distant. He kept to himself. Polite but brief. Everly didn't know if that bothered her or not. On one hand it was a relief to not be subjected to that sexual tension that made it hard for her to think properly. On the other hand, she wanted to be near him again. To feel the warmth of his breath on her cheek again. She may or may not have daydreamed about taking him up on his offer to be a nude model for her to paint. Instead, she came out to the hills near the mountains with Charlie with her easel, paints, and brushes. Determined to rid her mind of everything with each brush stroke. She lightly penciled a horizontal line across the middle canvas and began to work. Sure enough, after adding the final details to her artwork, she and Charlie made their way out of the hills and back to the trails that led back to their apartment building. Her head was clearer now. That what painting did for her. It settled her anxiety. A problem she'd had since she was a child. I would rear its ugly head once in a while, and she'd release the frustration onto a canvas. It's what made her artwork so poignant. The art school she'd been forced to abandon back in Texas, after her and her father could no longer float the bills, accepted her before she'd even graduated high school due to her talents. After her dad got too sick to work, she'd quit to get a full-time job. So, she could help him with medical bills and prescriptions. She was ok with that. Happy with her decision to choose her family over her career. Now she had an opportunity to showcase her art in a small gallery in the next small town, Ballenbracken, there in the west of Ireland. The email had come a few days ago. She'd sent some samples of her work to the art gallery 2 weeks ago in hopes of trying to sell them to the gallery. Instead, she got an invitation to showcase her art for a couple nights about a month from then. Everly was ecstatic but nervous. There was a nervous tension in her hands, making them shake slightly. Of course, that made it hard to work. She needed another outlet. Something to shake the anxiety out of her, and mostly just to get herself out of her own head. Typical artist. Everly chuffed to herself as she trudged up the stairs to remove her boots and jacket.

"Hey girlie! Been out paintin da town ye?" Came the cheerful voice of Niamh. Everly smiled at her raising a surprised eye at Niamh's attire. Niamh was decked in a dark denim mini skirt with a bright yellow sleeveless top teetering in 6-inch black heels. "Yea I was…where are you going like that honey?" Chevorn came in. "We're going out to da pub tonight. As in, you're going too. You're one of us now. It's about time you got to party wit us, ye?" Everly smiled and didn't argue. Maybe this was what she needed. To literally shake the stress off on a dancefloor. Have a few drinks. Anything but stay in the house and worry. "Sounds good to me. I could use a night out." Chevorn pulled a short pale green sweater over her head to compliment her skintight light washed jeans minus the heels. She opted for black knee boots instead. "You could use a man but leave that to us. We'll have you getting your head banged into someone's headboard at some point tonight. Hopefully the next morning too." Niamh squealed her agreement, and Everly laughed. They had no idea of her lack of sexual experience. Of course, they'd told her all about their sexual exploits over the last month. A couple of those exploits would be present at this pub tonight, she was sure. It is a small town after all. She wasn't ashamed of the fact that she still held her v-card at nearly 21 but she'd never really gotten an opportunity to spill that part of her business to them yet. It had only been a month since she'd arrived. Hopefully, when the occasion came for her to spill the beans about her nonexistent sex life, they wouldn't be to upset with her for not mentioning that tad bit of information with them. "Aye, what's this I hear about a pub tonight?" Dympna's smiling face appeared in the doorway. "We're going to Castle's pub tonight." Niamh smiled wickedly at her older brother. Dympna narrowed his eyes in thought. Suddenly a light bulb went off in his head. Niamh's ex-boyfriend would most likely be there. A self-centered cunt if he ever saw one. A faker that his sister was determined to be near. This smelled like trouble. His sisters were beautiful, but a bit wild since their father had passed. He'd taken to being the man of the house since then and kept a careful eye on them. No one would dare lay a finger on a Devers lady. The town knew better. They called him overprotective at times, but they didn't witness the things he did on a daily basis. Drug dealing opened the eyes to danger. It makes you more aware of your surroundings and makes you consider all of those around you. His sisters? Not so much. They preferred to consider their surroundings after the fact. Neither of them made wise choices when it came to men. He knew the types they were attracted to because those men were a lot like himself. However, this was not time to consider the influence his lifestyle choices were having on his younger siblings. Right now, he had to figure a way to accompany them tonight to the pub. There was no way he would let his sisters drag Everly out and then abandon her to seek their own pleasure with whoever they decided to leave with that night. He needed to keep an on them, her especially. Everly seemed wise enough, but he wasn't able to gage her street sense. Hell, she wouldn't even know her way back home by herself. Of that, he was sure. At night, the roads appeared to be the same in these parts, and this wasn't the states. The police force didn't roam the streets at night looking to assist. "Well well Yankee girl! Time for you to get a taste of the night life here. I'll consider it my responsibility to chauffer you ladies tonight." He smiled giving a slight bow. "Well, aren't you the proper gentlemen." Everly quipped with an eye roll. He winked at her then. Enjoying the purposeful indifference Everly was trying to set forth, but he saw that slight smile she tried to hide. "What time will be ladies be ready?" "Give us about an hour." Answered Niamh as Dympna headed to Arm's room to tell him the night's plans.