Sean was so intent on his playing, he didn't even notice that there was another person in the room until Mike loomed over him.<br/><br/>"Oh!" he said, stopping abruptly.  "Sorry, man.  I hope I didn't wake you up--"<br/><br/>But Mike was already pouring him a drink from the bar.  "I just like to play sometimes.  It helps me relax.  If it bothers you guys, I won't do it--at least during the ass-crack of night."<br/><br/>He wondered if the idiom translated properly, and searched Mike's face for clues that it did.  The last thing he wanted was to send mixed messages due to language differences.<br/><br/>Mike's question was a good one, and he mulled it over while he took a drink:  Bush Mills, as it turned out. Damn good whiskey.  "Probably my sister," he concluded.  "Caitlinn.  We were always pretty close.  Neither of us got along all that well with our parents, so we had that in common."  He swallowed.  "What about you?"