The twins sat at their favorite pub, cigarette between their lips as Doc poured them another drink. It was well into the night on St Paddy's day and the boys weren't nearly the only ones celebrating. Since meeting Doc, the boys had made Boston their home, a second Ireland in more ways than one really, and Doc had quickly become like a father to them. McGinty's was the church of the saintly Irishmen and everyone, Irish or not, converged upon the place during the joyous holiday.
A new girl was working the tables that night, Connor and Murphy noticing seemingly at the same time as she wordlessly made her way behind the bar, kissing Doc's cheek and grabbing a bottle of Jack before disappearing into the crowd towards the boisterous crowd near the pool tables. Murphy followed her, turning on his stool to watch her start filling shot glasses of those around the game table, doing more shouting than playing. Connor watched Doc intently before glancing over his shoulder at her and joining his twin's gaze back at the white haired man.
"Who the fuck is she?" Connor asked, accent thick and hitching near the end in curiosity. "Just helpin' herself to the bar like that?" Murphy blew smoke through his lips before downing his drink, nearly jumping out of his skin when said woman appeared behind him and poured him another, a focused look on her face before Doc stammered,
"Da-D-D-Dar- Einin!" The brunette woman stopped short and turned to Doc with her brows raised curiously as he gestured her over, both brothers looking her over curiously. She had the greenest eyes either of them had ever seen and fair skin, those large eyes seemed to have seen too much and as she stopped in front of them, they turned around to face her fully. Doc gestured between them, "Einin these are t-th-t-t-the FUCK! ASS!" The boys gave him a concerned look as the woman giggled sympathetically to the old man jokingly replying,
"Hey Fuck, hey Ass, I'm Einin." Connor and Murphy both perked at the softest breath of Irish in her voice, sure most of Boston had Irish in them but very few carried the accent. They figured with an Irish name like Einin there was hope but then she spoke and that lightly rough yet musical sound of Ireland came through her lightly glossed lips.
"Connor," Connor corrected offering her his hand, the one with Vertias tattooed on the finger. She nodded and gave his tattoo a curious look before her attention was earned by Murphy mirroring his brother's actions with a soft murmur of,
"Murphy," around his cigarette. Einin smiled and shook his hand as well, switching the bottle of Jack to accommodate their dominate hands. "How ye know Doc?" Murphy asked jerking his head back over at the man currently conversing with Rocco, another regular. Einin grinned, looking at the old man fondly as she shrugged a shoulder and said,
"He knows my ma." Hearing her name and a clatter of shot glasses being drummed on the pool table, she looked over her shoulder and excused herself from the boys to tend to the lazy patrons who didn't date leave their game to get refills. The boys watched her then looked at each other for a minute. Simultaneously they leaned into each other none-to-softly whispering,
"I saw her first!" They both gasped in shock and disgust at the other's betrayal as Doc made his way back over.
"Was she nice t-t-to you bo-b-b-boys?" he stammered out with a little difficulty. Connor and Murphy took time away from glaring at each other to look at Doc and Connor leaned on the bar as he asked,
"Ye knew her ma? Chased her skirt back in te day, di'jya Doc?" Doc gave him an aghast look, his eyes widening as he pointed over his shoulder to a pretty little brunette that bore a striking resemblance to Einin but was different. She sat on a much younger Doc's knee as he stammered,
"She's my da-d-dau-da FUCK! ASS!" he took a breath, "da-dau-daughter!" Connor and Murphy exchanged looks as Rocco came over and whistled while looking over to Einin.
"Doc I swear, for an ugly fuck you sure as hell have a fine ass granddaughter," Rocco laughed before being sprayed in the face by a protective Doc causing Rocco to almost fall off the stool and the brothers would have laughed at it any other time but both were staring at each other in shock.
"E 'sua nipote?" Murphy asked in a hushed voice as Connor ran his thumb along his chin thoughtfully,
"Avoir à traiter son droit, alors, ne sera pas nous?" he replied and Murphy nodded with a soft,
"Aye." Connor yelled a sharp curse as his cigarette burned down to burn against his finger and he threw the butt down while Murphy grinned and chuckled at him. Suddenly the boys were all too aware of Einin looking at the soaking wet Rocco at the bar, his hair matted to his scruffy face making him look similar to a drowned rat. Connor and Murphy burst into uproarious laughter as Einin asked,
"What the fuck happened to you? Go swimming in the toilet or somethin'?"
Translations:
E 'sua nipote? - She's his granddaughter (Italian)
Avoir à traiter son droit, alors, ne sera pas nous? - Have to treat her right, then, won't we? (French)