Ballyhoo Brew is quiet - we are super, SUPER after hours here. Most of the stools sit empty, the lights are dimmed, and the place sits in total silence - except for two people.

“Black Out” Pat Cassidy sits at the bar with a single bottle of beer in front of him. He’s staring intently at his smart phone with the blue glow reflection off his face being some of the only light currently illuminating the pub. 

Next to him sits his sister, Ballyhoo bartender Siobhan Cassidy, sipping a cocktail and staring at her older brother as if he’s completely hopeless.

Siobhan Cassidy:
Having trouble there, cowboy?

Pat furrows his brow and sticks out his tongue in concentration as he continues to move his finger across the phone’s screen.

Pat Cassidy:
...how the fuck do I post a picture on Instagram? Shouldn't this be easier?

Siobhan gently reaches out, offering to show him. Patrick is having none of it.

Pat Cassidy:
I’ll figure it out. If Malak fucking Garland can do this social media shit, I sure as hell can. 

Cassidy looks to his sister.

Pat Cassidy:
So you know about this stuff? What do I post? What would Malak post?

Siobhan Cassidy:
Probably something about overcoming adversity or something. He likes to engage his followers with his own unique brand.

Pat blinks twice.

Pat Cassidy:
The fuck did you just say? What’re you… one of them?

Siobhan Cassidy:
Fuck you. Malak Garland is a little bitch and everyone knows it. Although… that Teresa Ames does have style.

Cassidy’s eyes go wide. He points a finger at his sister.

Pat Cassidy:
You ever say that again I’m fucking disowning your ass. 

Siobhan laughs… and then she pauses. For a moment, she looks down into her drink, unsure. Cassidy, meanwhile, tries to turn the phone to take a picture of himself. He flashes a thumbs up and we hear the “click” sound of a photo being taken. Siobhan turns to her brother, as if she’s about to say something…

Pat Cassidy (butting in):
That’s a damn fine picture. I think that’ll get me some likes, no? Should I take one shirtless instead? That might be more inspirational, right? 

Pat holds up the phone to show her. She makes a face.

Siobhan Cassidy:
You look like a moron.

Pat Cassidy:
Fuck yourself.

Siobhan Cassidy:
Fuck you.

Pat Cassidy:
Go fuck ya boyfriend Malak ya little weirdo.

The friendly sibling banter aside, Siobhan laughs a little at that comment with a look on her face that is hard to pin down. Another moment goes by while she seems to be thinking something over and Pat continues to fiddle with his phone.

Pat Cassidy:
Hey… how do I hash a tag?

Siobhan laughs again, and snatches the phone out of her brother’s hand. The scene fades out as she begins to explain to her clueless brother how the internet works. 

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