"Top of the mornin to you, Dan." Michael replied in the traditional Irish fashion. Even though most of it had left him, he tended to keep the Irish sayings and motions and such. Sighing, he took a long glance at the pub and let a smile slip onto his features. He loved the place like a wife, and since his dating life had been as shallow as most of his customers, it was likely the closest thing he'd ever have to a wife. Patting a table down gently, Michael walked up to Dan and gave him a lot less gentle pat on the back.<br/><br/>"Ya did go and get that fight aftermath. Glad to see it gone, hopefully along with those two bastards for good." Michael spoke in a light mood, walking over to the windows and opening the blinds. "Well whatcha know...it's actually sunny today. That's a good sign...unless ya got a hangover.