With the lights back on, life has continued on for Ronan as usual. He splits his time between Adam's garage (irritating the shit out of him) Monmouth Manufacturing (listening to music too loud, throwing things out the window, doing donuts in the parking lot and basically being Ronan), the apartment that he shares with Adam (doing--shhh it's personal) and The Barns (dreaming, researching dream things, making almost illegible notes about dream things). He also spends some time at the Houndstooth alternating between Guinness and whiskey, occasionally opting for a beer. It's during his time at the bar that he's most likely to start a fight simply for the sake of starting a fight. He drives the BMW far too fast between all of those places, parking wherever the fuck he likes because there aren't a great number of cars in Itinere. Ronan rarely walks anywhere because that's what cars are for. Almost everywhere he goes he is accompanied by a half grown raven sitting on his shoulder.

Ronan pulls the BMW into the empty garage bay that he suspects Adam keeps empty just for this purpose. The tires squeal as he stops and cuts the engine, getting out and slamming the door behind him.

"Garage is closed. Get your ass in the car. You're gonna go clean up and then we're going out."

Really, there's no sense in arguing with Ronan. Adam might as well argue with Roomba he's working on. Actually, the Roomba is more likely to respond positively to an argument with Adam.