11th of February, 1911
02:14
Getty's Bar, County Down
Close to the border with Monaghan
Music: This tune.
The bar's swinging doors were jammed open. The bar was a scene of chaos. Windows were broken, glass was broken all-over the wooden floor inside. The bar itself, where you could order drinks, as smashed up, dented and stained with blood. Bodies, some unconscious, some possibly dead, were laying all over the small establishment. One lonely man sat on a stool, with a full glass of a strong alcohol in-front of him. He had bruises on his face. His collar was undone roughly, with his tie untied and slung around his neck. His hair was messy. Some of the buttons on his shirt had come off. His suit jacket was ripped and torn in some places. He still, sat there, staring at his glass. He picked it up and tossed it across the floor at someone who was lying there. It hit off of the man and smashed onto the floor.
The man stood up and walked over to the piano, which sat in the corner of the room. The man sat down on the piano stool. He cracked his knuckles and leant in, as he placed his fingers on the keys. He sighed, before he pressed some of the keys, marking the start of a tune he would play. It was a slow, somewhat sad song. He was the only man left standing after a bar fight. He began muttering the words to the song, which presumably, he may have written. He began to think back at what started the whole incident.
Four hours prior
The would-be lonely man walked in, a woman next to him. The woman had her arm wrapped around the man's. The man smiled, walking into the bar. Some of the men inside the bar turned and laughed.
"Oi, Billy. Look at the woman Bob's got!" One remarked, bursting out into laughter.
"Aye, she's no half bad, Tommy!" Another exclaimed, calling out to Tommy.
"Ain't she just!" Barked another, who set his glass down, jogging up to the pair. "Lemme take your coat, madam." He exclaimed, however was drowned out by the noise of everyone else in the bar. The woman didn't hear the man say he was going to take her coat. So when the man stretched out his arms to the woman, the woman attempted to shove the man back.
"What are you doing?" The woman demanded.
"I was gonna take yer coat!" The man yelled in return.
"Robert can do that." The woman snarled. Robert's friends called him Bob, Robert preferred to be called Bob anyway.
"Alright then." The man said, returning to his seat, where he finished off his drink and ordered another.
"You alright, Lucy?" Asked Bob.
"Aye." Lucy replied, turning around so Bob could take her coat. Bob took her coat and hanged it up on a coat peg. He then hung up his own coat next to it. The two then walked up to the bar, where Bob helped Lucy into a stool. Bob then sat down in his own stool.
"Gimme the strongest thing ye have." Bob said to the bartender.
"Course." The bartender replied. Lucy glared at Bob.
"What?" Bob asked.
"Ye said ye'd play the piano later." Lucy yelled.
"I know I did Luce, but me ma said-"
"I don't give two shits what yer ma said, I wanna hear the piano." Lucy whispered to Bob, who sighed.
"I don't wanna, Luce." Bob sighed.
"Why not?" Lucy asked.
"Can't be arsed." Bob replied.
"For fucks sake, Robert. Ye said ye would."
"Yeah, I know that, but," Robert said, however stopped.
"But what?" Lucy barked.
"I dunno." Robert sighed.
"Yer no fun, Robert."
"Aye, thanks Lucy. Stupid bitch." Bob mumbled.
"I heard that." Lucy said, standing up. She walked off to another table, where she sat down.
"Luce, come back. I didn't mean it." Bob shouted across to her. He was ignored. Bob zoned out for a while.
"Oi, Bob. Wake up, ya prick." Bob heard distantly. Bob then felt a force impact his shoulder as he blinked. He heard a thud. When he opened his eyes, he was on the floor.
"What?" Bob yelled out, snapping out of his stare, where he was staring into space. Bob turned around on the floor, to see Tommy laughing at him.
"You fell off of that stool like a fuckin... leaf fallin' from a bloody tree!" Tommy guffawed.
"Oh, shut your gob, Tom." Said Bob. Bob stood up, to see everyone was staring at him and laughing. Bob felt embarrassed.
"Everyone's laughin' at ya, ye fell like a sack of potatoes, you did!" Laughed Billy. Bob looked over to Lucy, who was chuckling at him too. Bob tried to laugh it off, to no avail. Bob stood up and went to sit on the stool again, when it was pulled from under him. He fell to the floor again.
"Quit it, Tommy!" Yelled Bob, standing up.
"No." Said Tommy.
"If you're not careful, Tommy, I'll swing you one and won't have to swing again, you pillock."
"Bite me." Tommy laughed.
"Sure." Bob yelled. Bob immediately braced himself, tensed up, and swung his right fist backwards, before thrusting his fist into Tommy's jaw with as much strength as he could. Tommy's jaw instantly dislocated, as Tommy fell back, holding onto his jaw. He slammed onto the floor, his jaw hitting the bar as he went down, knocking out some teeth. The laughing instantly cut off, as Robert Kelly flicked his wrist, which was a reference to the Kelly family motto; "A flick of the wrist to keep our trespassers away".
Tommy stood up, holding his jaw in pain. Bob grabbed Tommy by the crown of his hair and tugged him to the side, where he slammed his head into the bar's surface. He then did it again. Tommy fell to the ground, unconscious. Billy was shocked. Billy stood up, causing his stool to fall to the ground. "You fuck." Billy whispered, before he charged at Bob. Bob swerved out of the way at the last second, putting his foot out, causing Billy to trip over it and fall into Bob's stool. This caused a random man sitting at a school to take an empty bottle of alcohol, walk over to a random man and smacked the bottle over his head, causing the attacker to get punched by the injured man's friend. The bartender swore and ducked under the bar. The whole bar, at this stage, descended to chaos, as everyone began fighting everyone. A free-for-all.
Hours later, after everything died down, the lone man, Robert "Bob" Kelly, sat at the piano, playing his lone tune. He murmured a line.
"So come and get me..."
As he heard people approaching outside. Three police officers walked inside, to see all of the bodies lying across the floor, with blood splattered all over the place. And the lone man playing the piano.
"Identify yourself!" Ordered one of the police officers, pulling back the hammer on his revolver.
"Robert Kelly." Said Bob, continuing to play the piano.
"What's your address and occupation?"
"Tallhart House, County Armagh, but I'm staying in a local hotel across the border in Monaghan. I'm a tailor."
"Now what the fuck happened here?" Demanded the officer.
"A bar fight. That guy leaning against the bar, missing some teeth, started it."
The officers walked in, checking the pulses of some. The officer with the revolver turned to Bob. "Now, you're a Kelly, I have friends in your family, so I'll believe you in this... circumstance." The officer turned to the body slumped up against the bar, the unconscious body of Tommy Granger and holstered his revolver. "Lads, lets get more officers in here to clear this place out. We'll get some doctors round if any are seriously injured and those who are dead, we'll get them to the morgue. You can carry on playing that piano and we'll deal with you later."
"Alright." Said Robert, continuing to play the piano, as he was told he could.
02:14
Getty's Bar, County Down
Close to the border with Monaghan
Music: This tune.
The bar's swinging doors were jammed open. The bar was a scene of chaos. Windows were broken, glass was broken all-over the wooden floor inside. The bar itself, where you could order drinks, as smashed up, dented and stained with blood. Bodies, some unconscious, some possibly dead, were laying all over the small establishment. One lonely man sat on a stool, with a full glass of a strong alcohol in-front of him. He had bruises on his face. His collar was undone roughly, with his tie untied and slung around his neck. His hair was messy. Some of the buttons on his shirt had come off. His suit jacket was ripped and torn in some places. He still, sat there, staring at his glass. He picked it up and tossed it across the floor at someone who was lying there. It hit off of the man and smashed onto the floor.
The man stood up and walked over to the piano, which sat in the corner of the room. The man sat down on the piano stool. He cracked his knuckles and leant in, as he placed his fingers on the keys. He sighed, before he pressed some of the keys, marking the start of a tune he would play. It was a slow, somewhat sad song. He was the only man left standing after a bar fight. He began muttering the words to the song, which presumably, he may have written. He began to think back at what started the whole incident.
Four hours prior
The would-be lonely man walked in, a woman next to him. The woman had her arm wrapped around the man's. The man smiled, walking into the bar. Some of the men inside the bar turned and laughed.
"Oi, Billy. Look at the woman Bob's got!" One remarked, bursting out into laughter.
"Aye, she's no half bad, Tommy!" Another exclaimed, calling out to Tommy.
"Ain't she just!" Barked another, who set his glass down, jogging up to the pair. "Lemme take your coat, madam." He exclaimed, however was drowned out by the noise of everyone else in the bar. The woman didn't hear the man say he was going to take her coat. So when the man stretched out his arms to the woman, the woman attempted to shove the man back.
"What are you doing?" The woman demanded.
"I was gonna take yer coat!" The man yelled in return.
"Robert can do that." The woman snarled. Robert's friends called him Bob, Robert preferred to be called Bob anyway.
"Alright then." The man said, returning to his seat, where he finished off his drink and ordered another.
"You alright, Lucy?" Asked Bob.
"Aye." Lucy replied, turning around so Bob could take her coat. Bob took her coat and hanged it up on a coat peg. He then hung up his own coat next to it. The two then walked up to the bar, where Bob helped Lucy into a stool. Bob then sat down in his own stool.
"Gimme the strongest thing ye have." Bob said to the bartender.
"Course." The bartender replied. Lucy glared at Bob.
"What?" Bob asked.
"Ye said ye'd play the piano later." Lucy yelled.
"I know I did Luce, but me ma said-"
"I don't give two shits what yer ma said, I wanna hear the piano." Lucy whispered to Bob, who sighed.
"I don't wanna, Luce." Bob sighed.
"Why not?" Lucy asked.
"Can't be arsed." Bob replied.
"For fucks sake, Robert. Ye said ye would."
"Yeah, I know that, but," Robert said, however stopped.
"But what?" Lucy barked.
"I dunno." Robert sighed.
"Yer no fun, Robert."
"Aye, thanks Lucy. Stupid bitch." Bob mumbled.
"I heard that." Lucy said, standing up. She walked off to another table, where she sat down.
"Luce, come back. I didn't mean it." Bob shouted across to her. He was ignored. Bob zoned out for a while.
"Oi, Bob. Wake up, ya prick." Bob heard distantly. Bob then felt a force impact his shoulder as he blinked. He heard a thud. When he opened his eyes, he was on the floor.
"What?" Bob yelled out, snapping out of his stare, where he was staring into space. Bob turned around on the floor, to see Tommy laughing at him.
"You fell off of that stool like a fuckin... leaf fallin' from a bloody tree!" Tommy guffawed.
"Oh, shut your gob, Tom." Said Bob. Bob stood up, to see everyone was staring at him and laughing. Bob felt embarrassed.
"Everyone's laughin' at ya, ye fell like a sack of potatoes, you did!" Laughed Billy. Bob looked over to Lucy, who was chuckling at him too. Bob tried to laugh it off, to no avail. Bob stood up and went to sit on the stool again, when it was pulled from under him. He fell to the floor again.
"Quit it, Tommy!" Yelled Bob, standing up.
"No." Said Tommy.
"If you're not careful, Tommy, I'll swing you one and won't have to swing again, you pillock."
"Bite me." Tommy laughed.
"Sure." Bob yelled. Bob immediately braced himself, tensed up, and swung his right fist backwards, before thrusting his fist into Tommy's jaw with as much strength as he could. Tommy's jaw instantly dislocated, as Tommy fell back, holding onto his jaw. He slammed onto the floor, his jaw hitting the bar as he went down, knocking out some teeth. The laughing instantly cut off, as Robert Kelly flicked his wrist, which was a reference to the Kelly family motto; "A flick of the wrist to keep our trespassers away".
Tommy stood up, holding his jaw in pain. Bob grabbed Tommy by the crown of his hair and tugged him to the side, where he slammed his head into the bar's surface. He then did it again. Tommy fell to the ground, unconscious. Billy was shocked. Billy stood up, causing his stool to fall to the ground. "You fuck." Billy whispered, before he charged at Bob. Bob swerved out of the way at the last second, putting his foot out, causing Billy to trip over it and fall into Bob's stool. This caused a random man sitting at a school to take an empty bottle of alcohol, walk over to a random man and smacked the bottle over his head, causing the attacker to get punched by the injured man's friend. The bartender swore and ducked under the bar. The whole bar, at this stage, descended to chaos, as everyone began fighting everyone. A free-for-all.
Hours later, after everything died down, the lone man, Robert "Bob" Kelly, sat at the piano, playing his lone tune. He murmured a line.
"So come and get me..."
As he heard people approaching outside. Three police officers walked inside, to see all of the bodies lying across the floor, with blood splattered all over the place. And the lone man playing the piano.
"Identify yourself!" Ordered one of the police officers, pulling back the hammer on his revolver.
"Robert Kelly." Said Bob, continuing to play the piano.
"What's your address and occupation?"
"Tallhart House, County Armagh, but I'm staying in a local hotel across the border in Monaghan. I'm a tailor."
"Now what the fuck happened here?" Demanded the officer.
"A bar fight. That guy leaning against the bar, missing some teeth, started it."
The officers walked in, checking the pulses of some. The officer with the revolver turned to Bob. "Now, you're a Kelly, I have friends in your family, so I'll believe you in this... circumstance." The officer turned to the body slumped up against the bar, the unconscious body of Tommy Granger and holstered his revolver. "Lads, lets get more officers in here to clear this place out. We'll get some doctors round if any are seriously injured and those who are dead, we'll get them to the morgue. You can carry on playing that piano and we'll deal with you later."
"Alright." Said Robert, continuing to play the piano, as he was told he could.