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"Where are we going?" asked Zoë as she followed her friends through the busy Boston streets.
"A pub," called Enya as she weaved her way through the people.
"What!" shouted Zoë trying to keep up with her.
"Come on!" said Enya grabbing Zoë's hand and pulling her up the stairs towards a bar.
Enya pushed the door open and walked over to the bar and sat down. Zoë took the seat next to her and they each ordered a beer. The old man behind the counter smiled and set the bottle's on the counter and walked down to the other end to converse with the men down there. Zoë picked up her glass and took a sip of the amber liquid. Enya turned to her and smiled.
"What?" asked Zoë.
"There is someone I want you to meet," said Enya. "Wait here."
Enya stood up and walked down the bar where the old man was standing talking to the men. Enya smiled as she sat down across one of the guy's laps and whispered in his ear. Zoë was fixing to get up and pull her friend off the guy when Enya pointed at her and smiled. Zoë turned and grabbed her beer and drank a little more off it.
Enya sat down across Murphy's lap. He was about to say something to her when she leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"Now, I know you are busy and all, but you see my friend down there. She's single and hasn't been laid in a while, and it is my duty as her friend to get her laid by a hot Irish man," giggled Enya.
"Is tha' right?" asked Murphy.
"Aye," smiled Enya.
"And why would I wan' ta be with her?" asked Murphy.
"Because I've heard she awesome in bed," smiled Enya. "That and I have plans of my own and I don't want her running around Boston by herself."
"So there is a selfish reason behind this little ploy," smiled Murphy.
"Éist anseo Murphy, bíodh a théann tú thar ann agus a phiocadh suas agus tú ag an dáleagan a fháil, nó thar Connor Faigheann níl rud ar bith do Dhia a fhios cá fhad. Thuig?" smiled Enya. (Listen here Murphy, you either go over there and pick her up and you both get laid, or Connor over there gets nothing for God knows how long. Understood?)
"Is fearr a fháil do thóin sásta thar ann," said Connor glaring at his twin. (You best get your happy ass over there.)
Murphy shook his head as he moved Enya off his lap, "Tá tú iad araon Uafásach. Déanfaimid chríochnú comhrá seo ina dhiaidh sin." (You both are horrible. We will finish this conversation later.)
Connor nodded his head as he pulled Enya into his lap and kissed her. Murphy ordered another beer and walked down to where Zoë was sitting and sat down next to her.
"Hey," he said.
"What did she tell you?" asked Zoë.
"What makes you think that?" asked Murphy.
"I know Enya. I know the look she had on her face, and by the way she's acting with that guy she wants to get laid and you are a distraction," said Zoë
"And," said Murphy.
"This is where you are supposed to either woo me or get me drunk enough to comply with whatever you say," smiled Zoë taking a sip from her beer.
Murphy chuckled as he pulled out a cigarette. He offered one to Zoë, but she politely declined. Zoë finished her drink and ordered another one.
"Make it two, Doc," said Murphy.
"Friends with the bartender?" asked Zoë
"You could say that. My brother and I don't live too far from here," said Murphy.
"Is that so," said Zoë.
"Aye," said Murphy taking a drag on his cigarette.
"And what do you do for a living?" asked Zoë.
"At the moment I am unemployed," said Murphy. "You?"
"Dancer," said Zoë.
"Exotic?" chuckled Murphy.
"Classical," said Zoë. "Want to play?"
Murphy watched as Zoë stood up from the bar and walked over to the pool table. Murphy smiled and followed her over and grabbed a pool cue while she racked the balls.
"Fifty dollars says I can kick your ass," smiled Zoë.
"How about this," said Murphy chalking his cue. "You win and I will pay your tab for the night, but if I win you let me take you out."
"Deal," smiled Zoë.
Murphy lined up his shot. He pulled back and shot the ball off towards the others. The rack broke apart sending the multi colored balls rolling around the table. Two solids and a stripe ball went in. Murphy smiled as he got ready to take his second shot. Zoë smiled as she watched Murphy. She wasn't the best pool player in the world, but she was quite good at distractions. Zoë unzipped her jacket and hung it on the back of a chair and leaned against the wall and watched Murphy.
Murphy looked up when he saw Zoë moving. He watched her unzip her jacket and hang it up. She leaned against the wall and crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her large breast up. Murphy took his shot and almost shot the cue ball off the table. Zoë smiled as she walked over to the table.
"You are supposed to be paying attention to the game," she smiled sinking two stripes.
Murphy smirked as she walked around the table, "Two can play the distraction game."
"Yeah, but there is nothing about you that I find distracting," said Zoë sinking another ball.
"I think you are a pool shark," he said watching her gauge her next shot.
"Actually, I'm not all that good," smiled Zoë. "It's all about moving the balls around the table. Basic geometry actually."
"They seem to be getting along," said Connor.
"Aye. She is going to wipe the floor with him, though," smiled Enya.
"And why do you say that?" asked Connor.
"She may not be good at the game, but she is excellent at distraction," smiled Enya. "I wonder what they are talking about.
The night progressed and Murphy and Zoë had put their game on hold. There was one stripe left on the table and two solids when Zoë walked back over to the table.
"You, sir, have yet to distract me. I have one ball left before I can go for the eight. You sure you don't have any distracting qualities," chuckled Zoë as she sank the ball.
Murphy chuckled as he took a shot of Irish. They had finished off one bottle and were working through a second one. It surprised him how much she could drink and still function. He heard Connor call his name and turned his attention that way while she poured another shot.
"Ná déan aon rud dúr. Enya fhios maidir linn, nach bhfuil sí," said Connor. (Don't do anything stupid. Enya knows about us, she doesn't.)
"Aye," said Murphy.
"Cad iad na Geallta an cluiche?" asked Enya walking over. (What are the stakes of the game?)
"She wins, I pay the tab. I win, I get to take her out," said Murphy lighting another cigarette.
"Sounds like fun. You really should let him pick up the tab," chuckled Enya.
"I was counting on it," smiled Zoë.
Enya and Connor started to walk back over to the bar when they heard Zoë gasp and the sound of the pool cue hit the floor.
