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Who: Conchobar and Marie Antoinette
What: Drinks and letting off some steam
When: Tuesday night
Where: Echo
Warnings: TBD

There was a constant needle poking in the back of his mind whenever he let rage take over and control his decisions. Conchobar's reputation as a honest judge was falling fast (but when was he ever really honest with anyone? He'd rather screw them over because he was having a bad day--kindly of course). He was letting his emotions rule his more recent sentences. The teenager that had disrupted his court was a hit and run. The defense had concurred that the boy was high though he'd declared to be clean of alcohol and drugs the night of the accident. His case seemed legit, all the records were clean, but he ruled in favor of the defense. Just because it felt good to put someone in their place. He was tired of having the world call his bluff. Deirdre's actions had really cut him to the quick (no way in hell was he letting it go. He'd dwell on it forever!), he was not a single step further to finding where she hid with her new lover. He was determined to find some way to drag them down for rubbing his nose in their happiness. It was hard to say the Irishman had ever been happy unless he was cutting people down who he felt were creeping into his territory. He was a bit on the delusional side.

He'd agreed to meet Marie for drinks because she was a high class woman, flirtatious as the rest of them. He wasn't pandering to her flattery, but to the fact that he felt like taking someone down a peg or two. Did he believe that she had just been busy? Hell no. After their last encounter, she should have just stayed low and had nothing more to say to him---but she did. Tonight would only be drawing another moth to the flame. He was on edge. He was angry. He felt like being a little shit, with the endearing smile to throw her off.

He sat at the bar dressed nicely, but not in the usual court suit attire, this was nicer. More expensive. He'd already started on his drink when she entered the room. She was likely wearing something eye catching to match her fiery red hair. Typical of a good looking woman. Lure the man in with beauty and where had it gotten him? Repeating history.