AN: Yayy, St. Patrick's day is coming up. Who woulda thought that I would be writing a fic bout it?

Anywhoo... well don't expect anything realy good cuz I have never celebrated St. Patrick, nor I have withnessed St. Patrick celebrations. Tips are always welcome.


It was just an ordinary morning in the flat of Nina and Anna Williams, when they woke up and started their daily routine.

"Where are my slippers, bitch?" asked Anna as she looked for her slippers.

"How the fuck should I know, slut?" fired Nina back.

"Well you hid it, bitch!" shouted Anna.

"Did not, slut!" shouted Nina in defense.

"Did too, bitch!"

And to cut a long story short, they got into a fight. Eventualy, Anna found her slippers in the microwave.

"WTF! What are my slippers doing in the microwave?" asked Anna.

Nina ignored her. as she was busy in the bathroom.

"Yo, bitch! What were my slippers doing in the microwave?"

Nina ignored her, which made Anna bust into the bathroom and find her sister shaving her legs.

"You mind, this is private!" shouted Nina as she shooed Anna out of the john.

Minding her own buisness, Anna made herself some coffee as she turned on the TV.

"...officials are quoted as saying that this year's celebration of St. Patrick's day is going to be peaceful and sober as law enforcement will ensure the control of alcoholic drinks consumption."

"Yo, bitch!" called Anna, sounding excited.

"Fuck! Can't you leave alone for at least a fucking second?" shoted Nina as she ran out of the bathroom and bitchslapped Anna.

"Bitch!" shoutted Anna and they got into a fight again.

After the fight ended, the flat looked like the victim of a raging bull, but Nina and Anna were unscatched.

"So, what the fuck were you gonna say?" asked Nina.

"Well, I saw on the telly that it's St. Patrick's tommorow."

"What the fuck does that have to do with us?" asked Nina.

"We're Irish, remember?" responded Anna.

"Well why do we talk like Americans?"

"Dunno... " Anna's brain couldn't take the stress of excessive thinking and she stopped immediately.

"Okay, so... we're gonna do something, right?" asked Nina.

"Yeah, I was thinking throw a party, but I heard that there is no booze alowed." said Anna.

"No booze?!" asked Nina in disbeleif. "But booze is in the very soul of St. Patrick's. How can they forbid booze?"

"Dunno... might have something to do with that boyfriend of yours?" asked Anna.

"Serg? What about him? He is Russian. He gets drunk for a living."

"Nah... Well how do ya think we should get the booze?"

"We could always make Lee an offer he can't refuse." suggested Nina.

"Yeah, let's call him." said Anna and called Lee on his cell.


AN: Crappy first chap. No rush, the next one's gonna be better.