ā„ location: o'shea's ā„ status: closed starter for @rorysanderson
The uneven legs of the barstool knocked out an annoying pattern against the hard floor as Jack's knee jumped up and down in nervous jerks. He hoped for all the world that Leon was too busy with other customers to pay any attention to him because his behaviour, at least as far as he was concerned, was bordering on genuinely pathetic. His gaze jumped from the digital clock on his phone screen, to the pub door, then to the two pints waiting on the bar top, and back again, over and over.
It was his own fault really for leaving the house early, subjecting himself to the torture of waiting, but he simply hadn't been able to stomach wafting around listlessly until it was time to leave. Squeezing in a quick drink alone before they met up had seemed like a good idea at the time. He hadn't considered how it would put him at the mercy of his own anticipation. Every time the door to the pub rang open, he found himself craning his head to look and from the glances one a couple of the other regulars were giving him he suspected it only made him look like some sort of paranoid freak.
Relief filled him when Rory finally walked through the door, enough so that Jack actually waved him over, holding up the beers in greeting. "Hope you like Guinness," he smiled. "'Cause you're shit out of luck if you don't."
