Now I'm aiming for heaven/but probably wind up down in hell
[Considering that most of the Nexus is culturally Japanese, March the 17th didn't mean much to them. But for the MacManus brothers, St. Patty's meant a lot of things: celebrating their heritage, traditional St. Patty's mass, hell, their accents were trendy today! And of course, the celebration of the revered saint also meant beer. Lots and lots and lots of green beer. And whiskey. And bar fights.
Well, aside from the mass, St. Patty's pretty much meant a day as normal for the brothers.
Now, the Seeing Double tavern is bedecked in green garden lights and draped in the green, white, and orange of the Irish flag. Music from all sorts of Irish bands blaring merrily from the speakers and the proprietors putting up the last of the decorations within. Everything is green, down to the tip jar on the counter that has been relabeled "The Blarney Jar - Ask Me About It!".
Signs across the Nexus had appeared to advertise the party tonight, promising green beer, traditional foods, and limitless spirits (harharhar) for all who attend. After all, everyone's Irish on St. Patty's!]
Well, aside from the mass, St. Patty's pretty much meant a day as normal for the brothers.
Now, the Seeing Double tavern is bedecked in green garden lights and draped in the green, white, and orange of the Irish flag. Music from all sorts of Irish bands blaring merrily from the speakers and the proprietors putting up the last of the decorations within. Everything is green, down to the tip jar on the counter that has been relabeled "The Blarney Jar - Ask Me About It!".
Signs across the Nexus had appeared to advertise the party tonight, promising green beer, traditional foods, and limitless spirits (harharhar) for all who attend. After all, everyone's Irish on St. Patty's!]