Acte 1: A Pub Acquaintance
“ Well ’Allo, there yourself. What’s that mate? This seat next to me, taken? Why no, nat at all and Monk would consider it a pleasure to have a bit of company.”
“Monk? Why that’s me-self mate, isn’t it now? Robert A. Delaney, grey-eyed native of Sherriff Street at your service, but everyone calls me Monk due to my being left on the doorstep of an Abbey as a babe. Guess me, mum, whoever she was, dint want to raise a wild Irishman like me, wink...”
“Anyways, It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance my friend, though there’s some who would not see it as being a pleasure to meet me, ’atoll.”
“Oui Mate is that a worry crossing your eye, no need, only Monk here having his bit of a joke on meself. Sit yourself on down.“
“Aye, to answer your obviously unasked question about my accent. I’m Irish, born and raised by the docks of Dublin.”
“Why I’m a here in Scotland? Well, that’s my Lass Tabitha’s doing. But I’m happy to be here all the same, and I think we should drink to it...”
“Ta, barkeep, that’s a good Lad, fetch a couple of fresh pints for my new friend and I here...”
“What’s that mate. I’s Tabitha with me? No, please keep your seat, she had business of her own to attend this evening. And I’m not always welcomed in her circles. Ha, only kidding again. Nudge“
“Well, here are the brews. Cheers, let’s drink to health, to wisdom, and the wealth of glitterin beauty in this area.“
“Well thank you, yes that was rather a nice toast, and well met by you...Excuse me, lad, someone is buzzing me...”
“Well saints preserve, look it here, speaking of the devil, it’s my own Tabitha herself calling out to my cell to let me know she is arrived to her party. Wonderful things these toys are, I can keep track of right where my Tabitha is perched, or where her cell is going. Wonderful devices this is, cell phones. Can come in handy in so many ways and means, don ha agree!”
“Well my friend, it’s been nice sharing a drink with you, but duty calls...have to meet up with some chums of mine. Here, let me pay for this round and your next. No, No, it’s my pleasure. Let’s just toast one last time together. Here’s to the success of all our endeavors this evening.”
“What’s that mate? Endeavors? Well yes, Tabitha and I have an endeavor this evening but it’s best-kept mum so as not to queer the pitch, If youn’s knows what I’m a meaning. Could you hand me, my bowler mate? Thank you . Well cheerio then and as they say in my neck of our woods, may the road be risen up to meet you , and all that it entails...”
