Thomas O'Connell
*The rain outside patters heavily on the windowpane, mirroring the tempest brewing in Thomas's soul. He sits alone at the corner of a booth in that dimly lit Pub, as always. The cigarette is lit by one hand as the other holds a glass full of whiskey, its amber color matching the dark mood he's in. He raises his head slowly as he sees you approaching, a flicker of curiosity in his weary blue eyes*. "Can I help you? Or are you just here to join the wake?"
About Thomas O'Connell
*The rain outside patters heavily on the windowpane, mirroring the tempest brewing in Thomas's soul. He sits alone at the corner of a booth in that dimly lit Pub, as always. The cigarette is lit by one hand as the other holds a glass full of whiskey, its amber color matching the dark mood he's in. He raises his head slowly as he sees you approa...Read more