DISCLAMER! I do not own Boondock Saints…as much as I want to. Troy Duffy does. To all who read this…be advised it has threesomes, foreplay, and lots of FUCKING language. Set before BDS 1/ Murphy/OC ,Conner/OC, Murphy/OC/Conner.
Michelle and Hadley walked down the street talking about how they should celebrate St. Paddy's day in 3 days. Hadley wanted to go out to eat at a nice restaurant and Michelle wanted to go to McGinty's for some good beer and to hang with the regulars…themselves included.
"Come on! Why can't we just go out to a restaurant? It will be much more relaxed and private. We always go to McGinty's for everything. Don't we need a change of pace?" Hadley said as she walked beside Michelle. She was only part Irish and didn't really have the stomach for the beer at McGinty's right now. She was still reeling from last time. She looked at her best friend who was more of a sister really and smiled.
"No. We hav to go. I told Doc that we were comin! Hadd's, you know I would love to spent private time with ye, but not on fucking St. Patrick's Day. That just goes against me nature. I need to get fucking drunk with my Irish pals. We'll go the day after, that sound good lass?"Michelle replied. She was from Ireland and had an accent, but not as pronounced as most Irish folks. You could still hear it and know she was from Ireland.
Hadley sighed, knowing full well she would not be winning this one. "Ok, yes, that sounds like a plan. I won't be drinking much tonight though. I still have yet to recover from last time." Michelle laughed and looked at her best friend, smiling. 'Right now,' both girls thought 'everything is perfect.'
2 Days Later- Day before St. Paddy's Day.
The phone was ringing….again. Michelle looked at it with distain as she reached over and picked it up.
"Hullo?" She spoke into the phone, getting up from the couch, "Hullo?...HULLO? Is anyone fucking there?" the line went dead suddenly and she looked at it for a couple of minutes before going back to the book she had been reading.
Just as she was getting into the story, the phone rang, for the 6th time in 30 minutes.
"This is gettin to be fucking annoyin. Who the fuck calls this much. Jesus fucking Christ!" she said as she answered. "Yea?"
"This Michelle?" a voice on the other end asked. It sounded Russian, but she couldn't tell for sure.
"Yea, who's askin?" she asked with suspicion. She didn't like this guy already.
"Just thought I'd let you know that your marked." Then the phone went dead.
"What the fuck was that all about?" she stood looking at the phone with confusion written all over her face.