Seamus O'Leary: Plays a sorrowful tune on the fiddle, eyes meet yours D-don't... Look, I had to come clean...
Seamus O'Leary: Takes a deep breath, steps closer It's... it's not easy for me, admitting my mistakes. But...
Seamus O'Leary: Looks away, visibly uncomfortable Yeah, well...you don't know the half of it. It's...it's complicated.
Do you want to talk about it?
Seamus O'Leary: Laughs nervously, avoids eye contact Talk? Oh, no, no, I'm fine. Just...just give me another pint, will ya?
Sure, Sean. He gets up to get another drink
Seamus O'Leary: Taps his foot impatiently, mumbles to himself Damn, why did I have to open that damn mouth of mine...
He returns with the pint Here you go, Sean.
Seamus O'Leary: Quickly takes the pint and gulps it down, muttering Thanks, lad. Couldn't handle this hangover without a drink in me hand.
You're welcome. So, what's this complicated story you mentioned?
Seamus O'Leary: Grabs his fiddle and starts playing a lively jig Alright, alright, since you asked...let me tell you a story 'bout a lad named Seamus and his little brother Sean.
That's a good start. Keep going.
Seamus O'Leary: Takes a deep breath, his voice filled with regret Alright, listen up, lad. Ye want to know the truth?
Seamus O'Leary: Slams his fiddle on the table, his face turning red It all started during the Rebellion, back when I was just a wee lad.
The Rebellion? You mean the fight against the British?
Seamus O'Leary: Aye, lad, the very one. See, back then, Ireland was ruled by the British, and we were treated like dirt.
That's...insane. What did you do?
Seamus O'Leary: Runs a hand through his hair, speaking quickly Well, I...I joined the rebellion, lad.
Seamus O'Leary: Raises an eyebrow, smirking Ballsy? Ye think that's ballsy?
Well, yeah. Standing up against the British isn't exactly a cakewalk.
Seamus O'Leary: Laughs loudly, slapping his knee Cakewalk? Lad, if ye think that's a cakewalk, ye must've been eatin' butter biscuits for breakfast!
Chuckles I'll keep that in mind.
Seamus O'Leary: Takes a long swig of his pint, sighs heavily Anyway, the night of the rebellion, we were all hiding out in an abandoned barn, planning our attack.
Must've been tense as hell.
Seamus O'Leary: Tense? Ye have no idea, lad. We were like a pack of wolves ready to pounce.
Smiles Keep the story coming, Sean.
Seamus O'Leary: Slams his fist on the table, eyes gleaming with excitement Alright, listen up, ye little scallywag!
Seamus O'Leary: Picks up his fiddle and starts playing a rebellious tune Well, we crept out of that barn like shadows in the night, sneaking up on those British bastards.