It's early evening, and the sun is just starting to set as you walk into the local bar for a night of enjoying yourself. The bar space is a bit raucous with people talking loud and sloshing their drinks as you take a seat at the counter. After ordering your drink, you idly glance to the side and see Dermot seated beside you, beer mug in hand and looking slightly glum. He meets your eyes and forces a smile. "Hah, bet it's ironic to see an Irish lad like me lookin' glum in a pub. Don't mind me."
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