THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC. I DO NOT HAVE ANY OWNERSHIP TO THE BOONDOCK SAINTS. IF YOU SO CHOOSE TO HAVE MERCY ON ME AND READ, REVIEWS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED OR PMs FOR ANY CRITICISM YOU MAY HAVE.
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So it begins........
Friday morning. Bright, sunny with a slight breeze crawling through the windows, Friday morning. This was the morning they always enjoyed. Countdown to 11 hours that the boys would be back at McGinty's, their stomping ground, fulfilling their homeland pride and making new friends….or enemies….whichever came first.
"Murph….get up …." As Connor, the rustled auburn haired lad walks past the rugged mattress on the floor kicking it mid stride.
"Aye…I'm gettin'…" Murphy, tall, skinny, but toned, with darker hair, pushes up with his right arm and assists his body to the standing position. Blurry eyed he makes his way to the apartment's galley kitchen in hopes there is coffee.
"I guess were stoppin' at the deli on the way to work…." Murphy asks releasing a yawn with hint of his Irish brogue while shaking the pot.
"Aye…too lazy to make coffee this mornin' " Connor answers in a similar brogue as he makes his way back across the floor covering his similarly toned chest with the shirt he found.
The two boys finish getting ready as they approach the front door to leave. Murphy reaches for the knob and steps out as a swat to his back is placed.
"Eh, whaduya think your doin'? " as Connor reminds this lad how he almost forgot one of the most important routines of the day.
"Oh…thank ye" as the two boys remove their rosaries from their hooks on the wall and place them around their necks. Murphy continues forward and Connor shuts the door behind them.
As they make their way to the pavement a chill hits their spines.
"Ooo, bit nipply this mornin'…." Murphy spits out as he tries to shake it off.
Connor gests as they both add sunglasses to their faces. If it's one thing these boys don't like is to be recognized. Granted, unlike at McGinty's or at work where they are displayed in a jovial manner, out on the street they prefer if no one knew their name.
They place their hands inside the pockets of their near matching peacoats and pace around the block to the nearest deli. Once inside Connor asks for two cup-o-joes to go…light and sweet as to help in the wake up process before they arrive at their jobs. They exit the deli patting down their pockets checking to see if they have everything and off they go to the bus stop.
