Jacob watched intently, interested in the male, before looking away. On mention of his father he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He took a quick gulp of his beer before talking. "Some what, I don't understand why the old man has to drag me into everything."

A smirk was on Gabriel's face as he looked at the other and pushed his glasses into place. "Oh yeah. It's like he expects me to copy him exactly once I take over. Doesn't make any sense, really."

"My father wants me to follow his every command, I'm his work horse. Sometimes he pushes my body too hard.", Jacob sighed, lifting up his shirt a bit to sow off a few of his scars. He sipped his beer, killing it. He ordered another.

Gabriel was nursing his second glass of the night as he studied the other. "Ah, yes. My father is very hard to impress."

Jacob nodded, looking down at the glass in his hands. "My old man is pretty hard to impress too, he's ruthless when angry.", He said. The brunette took a long drink from his glass, nearly downing half of it.

Gabriel held up his glass. "Here's to having difficult fathers."

The brunette followed suit. "To having difficult fathers.", He said in a monotone voice before taking a swig of his drink.

Gabriel took a swig and set his glass down momentarily. "So which mob?" He asked.

"My dad is Hank Breen, so self-explanatory? Furthest wring.", He answered bluntly, leaning against the counter.

Gabriel's eyes widened. "He's your dad? Wow... hes one of the badasses." He gave a chuckle and leaned closer to him. "We should hang out some more. You're interesting."