watches him, mildly interested.

begins singing an old celtic song in Gaelic, whilst at the same time cursing himself for locking up all his drink.

smiles a bit, resting his chin in his palms as he enjoys the song.

suddenly aware of his audience. 'Gabriel?' He grins. 'Ah, mate, good t'see ye.'

grins back at him, chuckling. "Yes, me." he nods. "Hello, Brendan, how are you? Nice music there." he points to the guitar.

motions for him to sit beside him. 'I'm good, mate, t'anks.' He stares down lovingly at the guitar. 'It's been a while since I played, but_

now I'm on the wagon I've suddenly got all this free time.' He laughs.

jumps to his feet and sits next to him, looking down at the guitar still. "Yes, I've been enjoying a lot of free time lately too...It's_

a beautiful one, that guitar but... what language was that you were singing in?" he hums, tapping his lips.

hums at his first statement. He offers it to Gabriel to get a better look. 'Gaelic, my friend. Or Gaeilge to be more precise. Beaut of a_

language. Shame it's being overshadowed by English these days.' He sighs.

chuckles. "Ah... English can be a bother, yes." he hums, taking the guitar gently in his arms. "I can only play the Portuguese kind..._

they look like a cittern, it's beautiful." he hands the instrument back. "Do you mind if I smoke, Irlanda?"

laughs, patting his back. 'Smoke away, lad.' He hums, sitting back to watch him. 'Ah, but yer kind look like our Irish bouzouki - they_

sound far more beautiful than this old thing.' He nods to the guitar in Gabriel's hands. 'Ye'll have t' show me yours one day.'

shrugs. "Well, pay me a visit, I'll serve tea and play for you." he offers, grinning as he hands the guitar back to light up his cig. "Do_

You smoke too?" He offers Ireland one.