He watched her from across the bar. McGintys was no place for a girl like her. She was around 5'4'', 165lbs, blondish curly hair that hung halfway down her back. She was wearing a pair of black jeans, combat boots and a leather jacket, sipping on a glass of gin, running her finger along the rim of the glass as she looked around the bar, careful not to make eye contact with anyone.
He pushed his sleeves up and tapped the bar, ordering another drink from Doc, the bartender. He looked over at her one more time before gesturing towards her.
"Give tha Lass another drink as well. Pu'it on ma tab." Murphy said, nodding his head at the young woman, giving her a small smile. She smiled back and shook her head.
"You really don't have to do that." She said softly. She looked back down at the bar and then back up at Murphy. He shook his head and waved his hand at her.
"Ain't a problem. Not very often does a pretty lookin' Lass like you come inta this bar." He teased. She smiled and bit her bottom lip.
"Why thank you." He could tell she was embarrassed. She giggled as she tossed back the rest of her drink as Doc handed her a new one.
"Fuck! Ass!" Doc exclaimed from behind the bar. The young woman visibly jumped, startled by Doc's outburst.
"Oh, don' worry 'bout 'im." Murphy said, moving over a couple stools so he was closer to her, but not sitting right next to her. "He's fucked in tha head." He teased, winking at Doc as he took a swig of his beer.
"Comin' from you, tha' ain't sayin' a lot." Doc mocked back. "Fuck! Ass!" He exclaimed again. Murphy laughed, as did the young woman, sipping her gin slowly.
"So, if ya don' min' me askin', what's a girl like ya doin' in a bar like this?" Murphy asked her, biting at his bottom lip while awaiting her response. She chuckled softly and shook her head while sighing heavily.
"Well, I just moved into town, I don't have any furniture, no bed, no tv. But I had some cash so I figured getting drunk might make sleeping on the floor a little less… unappealing." She said while turning her head to look at him.
"Well I sure do love gettin' drunk." Murphy said, holding his beer in the air towards her. She nodded her head.
"I will cheers to that." She said, lifting her glass to his. The glasses clinked and they both took a swig of their poison.
"So, where ya stayin'?" He asked curiously, pulling a cigarette from his pack and placing it between his lips. He offered her one and she took one, pulling a lighter from her pocket, holding it out to him after she lit her own.
"The building above that diner, down the street." She said, pointing in one direction, then the other, then shook her head and sighed.
"No shit. My brother and I used ta live there." He exclaimed. "Now we live above the Bar." He said, pointing to the ceiling.
"Wicked." She said, puffing on the cigarette slowly.
Murphy chugged the rest of his beer and slammed it down on the counter, looking at the young blonde.
"I do believe it is time for a shot?" He asked her, reaching behind the bar and helping himself to a bottle of Jameson, grabbing two shot glasses as well. She smiled, nodded and held her hand out for the shot glass. Murphy handed it to her, filled the little glass cup to the brim with the amber fluid and then filled his own glass.
"To good fortune." The blonde said, raising her glass. He nodded, raising his glass with hers.
"Too good friends and even better family." He added, smiling at her.
"Live long and prosper." She said, nodding her head. Murphy laughed and leaned in close to her.
"I do believe that's from Star Trek, Lass." He teased, winking at her as he pulled away, bringing the shot glass to his lips, throwing his head back. He downed the shot and hissed as the whiskey burned his throat on the way down. She followed his lead and winced, coughing softly.
"It's been such a long time since I've had whiskey." She wheezed, holding her hand to her chest. Murphy laughed. She laughed with him as he filled their shot glasses once again.
"You look really familiar." She said five shots later. She was chewing on her bottom lip. She had taken her jacket off and they had moved to a both, the bottle of Jameson sitting between them. He nodded and burped loudly.
"My brother and I were in tha paper a'couple years ago." He said, pouring them another shot. She wrinkled her nose, deep in thought as her upper lip pressed against the nose ring dangling from her septum. She began to run her hands through her hair but suddenly pulled them free, causing her long, blonde locks to fall into her face. She snapped her fingers at him.
"You're a Mac… um… MacManus! Murphy MacManus!" She exclaimed excitedly. "Oh my God." She said afterwards, leaning back into her seat. "My mother won't believe me when I tell her a Saint bought me a drink." She smiled.
"Mother a fan?" He asked, a smile curling the corners of his lips up. She nodded and leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table.
"Her and my father just moved back to Ireland. She had newspaper clippings of you two. She thought what you two did was amazing." She carried on, taking another shot from the table and tossing it back. It didn't even seem to phase her anymore as she set the glass back down on the hard wood.
"And you?" Murphy asked her, spinning her lighter around in his fingers. She smiled and nodded.
"You and your brother are quite impressive. Takin' scuzballs off the street is an awesome thing to do." She said. "And the fact that you two are impressively handsome helps as well." She teased, sliding her shot glass to him. He poured more whiskey into and then handed it to her. He smiled as she threw her head back and downed the shot. "Where is your brother?" She asked, eager to meet the other MacManus.
"Probably out, tryin' ta find a piece a'ass." He said, lighting another cigarette. He offered her one but she declined and reached into her pocket, pulling out her own pack of menthols.
"Can't stand full flavors." She explained and she placed her cigarette between her teeth, moving it up and down with her tongue as she reached for her lighter.
"I bet ya anythin' he brings back tha ugliest thing in Boston." He teased, leaning forward as he flicked his ash into the ash tray.
"I doubt it. He's handsome. He'll probably bring back someone at least a little decent looking." She said, her words slightly slurred. He was surprised she had kept up as long as she had. She wasn't anywhere near wasted, but she was getting drunk, and so was he, he was just better at hiding it.
"A'right. I got a bet fer ya," he started, "If he comes in with a Lass that's ass ugly, ya gotta gimmie a kiss." He smirked, looking at her with eyebrows raised. She nodded after a moment.
"And if he comes in here with someone decent looking… you have to buy me a puppy." She retorted. He laughed loudly and nodded.
"You gotta deal there, Lil' Lass." He said, handing her another shot after filling both glasses with whiskey, emptying the bottle.
They both threw back the shot as the door swung open. In walked in the other half of the MacManus brothers, his arm draped around an older looking brunette, her face was slightly dirty, they were both clearly drunk and maybe a little stoned. Conner saw the two sitting at the booth and stumbled over, pulling his companion with him.
The woman had on a leopard print dress, ripped fishnet stockings and chunky black heels. The young blonde looked her up and down, slightly disgusted in Connor's taste in women. Murphy had been right, she was ass ugly.
"Brotha!" Connor cried out, stumbling into the table. He balanced himself and stood up straight. "I see ya found yerself a friend tonight." He mumbled, leaning on the woman. She pushed him up and rolled her eyes. "Well… you two 'ave fun." He slurred as he walked away, pulling the woman close in tail towards the door that lead upstairs.
"You better pay up." Murphy said as the door closed, smirking at the blonde. She rolled her eyes and pushed the ash tray aside, leaning over the table and planting a kiss right on Murphy's lips.
The kiss lingered on for a couple seconds. Neither wanted it to end but she reluctantly pulled away, licking her lips as she took her seat, running her fingers through her hair.
"I'm a little disappointed that I won't be getting that puppy." She frowned, grabbing her leather jacket. He looked at her and cocked his head to the side.
"You leavin'?" He asked, sadness dripping from his tongue as he watched her put her coat on. She nodded, biting her bottom lip.
"It's almost four in the mornin', and I'm drunk, and I'm gonna go to bed." She explained, zippering her jacket up half way.
"At least let me walk ya home?" He asked. "Don' want anythin' 'appenin' to ya." He explained, standing up.
She nodded and took a step forward, stumbling a little. He reached for her and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"There, there, I gotchya." He cooed softly, gripping her waist tight as she wrapped her arm around his neck. She smiled at him as they left the bar. It was dark out, no cars driving down the street, one or two street lights flickered on and off as the sound of her boots scraping the pavement filled the air.
"Don't think yer comin' in." She mumbled into his ear, hiccupping quietly. He laughed and shook his head.
"I don' wanna come in." He lied, looking down at her. She frowned and jutted her bottom lip out.
"Why not?" She whined. She was drunk. Drunker than he thought she was, but he thought she was adorable.
"Well, ya ain't gotta mattress." He teased as they reached the door to her building. "Let me walk ya up. Make sure ya get in safe." He offered. She nodded and laced her fingers with his as she unlocked the door, making sure it shut behind them.
There we're six flights of stairs to her apartment. Murphy had almost let her fall when she stumbled out of his arms, so eventually he hoisted her up and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her the rest of the way.
"This is fun." She giggled, spanking his ass as he climbed the stairs. He chuckled and gripped her legs tight to keep her from slipping as she wiggled around in his grasp.
They reached her floor and he set her down. She sighed heavily and pushed her hair out of her face as she fumbled with her keys. She finally found the right one and unlocked the door, standing in the doorway as Murphy looked down at her, his hands on her waist.
"It was nice meetin' you, Lil Lass." He mumbled, leaning down and pressing his lips to hers once again. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing herself up on her tippy toes, exhaling loudly through her nose as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into him.
She pushed her tongue into his mouth, flicking it against his playfully as he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her pressed into him this way. He reciprocated and pressed himself harder into her, pushing his tongue in and out of her mouth slowly. She sighed into his mouth, sucking his bottom lip in between her teeth, tugging it playfully as she pulled back.
"Well, ya know where to find me." She whispered, pecking his lips quickly before cupping his face for a moment, turning to walk inside. He let his one hand fall from her waist slowly as she pulled away from him. She turned around and blew him a kiss as she shut the door. He waited until he heard her lock it before turning around and walking down the stairs.
Shit. He hadn't caught her name. That made him mad and he was tempted to turn around and knock on her door to ask but he remembered, he did know where to find her, and he might be so inclined to do so.