Nick leaned on the bar watching the fight absent mindedly as he mopped up whiskey stains on the bartop. Once the scrap was over, he motioned to Jimmy.
"Oi Jimmy, go clean up the feckin' mess," he said, picking up a mobile communicatior.
"Top'o'th'mornin' Paddy!" he bellowed into the device, "aye it's Nick. Listen boyo I need some new chairs up here teh' replace the latest fight casualties."
There was a garbled murmoring from the device.
"Alright mate, I'll see ye' in about an hour," he ended...
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