You have got to be shitting me… Wow I fucking pegged that one a while back.
Daysha glared for a moment and then let it pass. She was very good at recognizing faces, but his eyes stuck out the most. Making a habit of always putting a face with a name, she recalled his well. She made a fist under the table for a moment. The guy that made her question herself, god and countless other bullshit standing in a bar before her.
“That would be Fa,” She stopped seeing he wasn’t in his normal priestly blacks. “Rory Gordon.” She said with a smile and clenched teeth. “Have a seat.” Gesturing quickly to the remaining one at the table. Cause I REALLY want to know why the fuck you are in a bar! She also wondered if he was going to start asking her why she hadn’t been to church, or called him or whatever. Sitting back and crossing her legs, Daysha had a blank look on her face, studying the quartet around the table.