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[mad_leprechaun]

Sweeney's been drinking. It come as quite a shock to those who know him, but between the baby and the rehabilitating junkie, it's been a long time since he's has let himself go. Sure, he still pulls the flask out every now and then, but he hasn't been the perpetually slurring, gregarious, mad leprechaun that the world is used to

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[angie_chaser]

Shadow saw, or smelled, him first, barking at his mistress who's coming around the corner, fresh from flying around the property. Looking at Sweeney, the growing Newfoundland barks several times.

[mad_leprechaun]

Sweeney barked back at him, shaking a loose fist.

"Ah, fuck off ya furry... furball," he growled at the dog.

[angie_chaser]

"Oy! Shadow, sit!" orders Angelina, who moves quickly and stands between the obedient *gasp* pup and the drunkard.

Shadow growls at the stinky man, earning a sharp reprimand.

"Sorry," says the young witch, broom in hand.

[mad_leprechaun]

He growls at the dog one last time before turning to Angelina.

"That yer beastie?"

[angie_chaser]

"He's my -dog-, yes," she corrects with a frown. Behind her, Shadow growls and bears his teeth.

He doesn't like this man; he's different from the tall, thin one who laughs a lot.

[mad_leprechaun]

"He's a good dog, making sure you don't run afoul of any sus... supish..." He's going for 'suspicious characters' but having some trouble, so he just finishes up with, "Bad guys."

[angie_chaser]

"That he is," she says, smirking a bit. "The name's Angelina," extending a gloved hand.

[mad_leprechaun]

"Mad Sweeney," he said, grinning hugely and shaking her hand enthusiastically. "You ever heard of me?"

[angie_chaser]

*thinking* "Um...I've heard of a Sweeney that was a barber, I believe. That's not you, is it?"

She's actually thinking of Sweeney Todd and his story, as told by her grandmother several years ago.

[mad_leprechaun]

He blinked at her in confusion, one hand automatically going to his tangled and bedraggled beard.

"Nah, man. Done a lot of things, but never... barbed."

[angie_chaser]

"Ah, in that case, I haven't heard of you," she says, grinning.

"Interesting song you were singing."

Behind her, Shadow gets up and moves to her side, his eyes fixed on Sweeney.

[mad_leprechaun]

"What a pity," he says, with a long mournful expression, though he brightens at the mention of the song. "You liked it?"

[angie_chaser]

"It was...colorful," she smirks.

[mad_leprechaun]

"I'm a colorful guy, sweetheart," he say, grinning again. "All the colors of the rainbow, but my favorite's the gold, of course."

He rolls a large gold coin over his knuckles that appears to have come from no where. Drunk as he is, the motion is so familiar that he doesn't even fumble.

[angie_chaser]

"Gold, eh? Mind if I join you for a bit?"

[mad_leprechaun]

"Siddown, siddown," he says, grinning and patting the spot next to him. "You wanna drink?"