((This is my first story in about...Eight years or so. So please be gentle with me! I'm kinda hoping that my plus years of role-playing will ad me in this adventure! First time ever writing a fic about the Macmanus brothers as well, if there is anything I should change to make them better, please let me know! This is set a while before the first movie, as well as during too. But there will be a long build up process before we get to that. If you have any ideas that you would like to throw at me, or give any kind of feedback, get at me!))
"Little Reddie, your order is in the window." The rough voice from behind the kitchen island grumped over the red head's shoulder. The small woman turned on her heals, looking at the plates sitting out on the metal tray before her, "Thank you, Jack."She smiled back at him, a little sparkle in her emerald green eyes, her thin fingers grabbing the plates and loading them onto her tray. Once everything was placed, she slowly lifted the heavy thing, biting down on her lip. "I can do this."She whispered to herself, using both of her hands to balance the tray of food, and started off towards the back of the small diner.
"Aye...Lass, you spoil us too much." The light tone hit onto her ears, making her lips turn into a small grin. "How did ye know we were in here anyway?"
The red head just smiled at them, sitting the tray against the table top, as well as resting her leg against it, so it wouldn't fall back onto the floor. "Well. You guys are in here every mornin', between 9:30 and 10. You guys always order the same thing as well. Ass loads of coffee, "she held up the full coffee pot, placing it in the middle of the table, as well as two mugs. "Then you, "she pointed towards the man sitting on the left end of the booth, "You always get bacon with your pancakes, and your brother there always gets the sausage. As well as always orders another round of the pancakes." She stated out to them as she had everything placed before them.
Both of them looked at the red head, mouths a little open in amazement. "Well looky here Murph. I think the lass knows us better than we do."
"That she does, that she does Conner." The other replied back, his pale blue eyes never even looking back towards his sibling, to busy watching as the maple syrup fell over the hot plate of pancakes. "Lass is a keeper, like I have been telling ye."
Her pale cheeks flushed up, holding the empty tray up against her chest now, "Anything else I can get you boys?"She asked softly, still feeling a little flustered from both of them now.
"Sit down here, and join us." Conner sang out, his mouth full of the crunch bacon. Murphy nodding as he was busy shoveling his mouth full of the fluffy stack before him.
A heavy sigh left her lips, "I tell you guys this all the time, I'm working. I can't just take a break when I feel like it. "She chuckled a little bit, rubbing at her forehead, "And you both know that breakfast is a heavy hour here. " Her gaze shifted from their booth, looking around the packed in diner. Both of them were the only heads sitting in her section.
"Oh come on. " Left Conner's full mouth, both of their blue eyes pouting back up at her.
The woman shifted a little, resting her left hand on her hip now, "Why do you guys want me to sit with you so bad? What is so special about little ol' me?"
Both of their eyes were still on her, silent between all of them now. A second past before both of the men broke out into a fit of laughter. Conner holding his arm against his gut, while Murphy almost fell from the booth. "We like having ye around, Lass." He answered quickly, his words jumbled a bit as he was still laughing.
"Yeah! Nothing like having a pretty Scottish girl around," Murphy gave her a wink, shoving more food into his mouth. "Besides, gives ye an excuse to hang out with yer favorite Irish men." Both of them looked up at her now, their cheeks full of pancakes, and a large cheesy grin on their faces.
It didn't take her long to bust out into a giggle, holding her left hand over her lips as she did so. Her head turned away from them, feeling her cheeks flush a little bit, before looking back towards the pair. "Well…Let me go grab a coffee, and tell Jack that I am going on a smoke break." She looked back at them, with a little nod.
"Hey Em, while you back there…"
"Another order of pancakes, I know Murphy."She called back over her shoulder, shoving her notepad into the front of her apron as she made her way back towards the kitchen.
Smoke lingered in the air between all three of them. Emilie sat in the middle of both of the boys, cigarette dangling between her lips as her hands was wrapping the cloth napkins around the silver wear she grouped up. If she was gonna be sitting on her ass, at work, she was gonna work. Murphy was working on his third plate of pancakes, his own cigarette between his fingers switching between smoking, and shoving food into his mouth. Connor was leaning back in the booth, relaxed look on his face, and his arm pushed out behind Emilie. The man was on his third cup of coffee, his fingers playing with the end curls of Emilie's red locks.
"So, is this all natural," His voice boomed from her left, "I mean, I never seen a Scott with such light red hair before. Normally it's so dark."
Emilie raised her eye brow some, both Murphy and her looking towards Connor now. She took a much needed inhale from her cigarette, moving it from her lips to flick the long cherry at the end into the ash tray. "Yeah I am. Natural red head, "She chuckled softly, "But the light, almost blond streaks were my doing. My idiot self thought I would look better if I had highlights. "Emilie grabbed her own coffee cup, taking a quick swig, "Momma beat my ass till I was black and blue." The three of them chuckled at that.
Murphy made a loud, but pleased groan, as he pushed his plate away now. "Tis right of her too. Ya don't need nothing fancy to make yeself any better then what you are, Lass." He paused as he inhaled some of his own cigarette, his eyes shifting to look over at Connor. "Ye doing anything later on today?"
His question boomed in her ears, making her blink a few times. Since the both of them started to come into the diner, making sure to come when her shifts was on, and when she wouldn't be as busy, Murphy was always trying to get her to go out with them. Or him to say the least. Her shoulders just gave a small shrug, "I don't know. Depends on how my Ma and Da are feeling."She whispered a little bit, finishing the last bit of her cigarette, before pushing it out into the ash tray.
"We'll pick ye up at eight, take you to McGinty's with us, "Connor pushed himself out from the booth, his blue eyes looking back towards her, him earning a small growl from Murphy as he also got up from his spot.
"Are you asking me, or telling me?"She questioned raising an eyebrow now, as they both tossed some money down onto the table.
"Telling ya, so be ready. At eight." They both pulled their pea coats on at the same time as Connor would answer her. "See ya later, Lass." Then they both lent back into her, pressing their lips to her flushing cheeks before walking out into the busy street of Boston.