Regan's POV

I stood looking my reflection over. My golden red hair was pulled back into a sleek pony tail. My honey eyes shined through with a mix of eyeshadow in bronze, copper, and champagne, sage green eyeliner and black mascara. I was wearing black low-rise skinny jeans with a light green silk tank top. I wore Black Flame Leather Stiletto Heel Knee High boots with front lacing and five slim buckle straps with silver tone buckles. Black Patent Flame designs on toes and heel area. Sole is silver tone metal with decorative silver tone studs and metal claw effect heel. Side zip fastening. I grabbed my black leather jacket and my black studded clutch. I decided I was prefect or as prefect as could be. It wasn't like I had to dress up for anything special. It was the same old bar with the same old people, not that it mattered. It was a good crowd with good people. I was more than thrilled to see two of my favorite people in Boston. I sat on the arm of the couch waiting for my best friend and room-mate to finish getting ready.

Troy walked out her brown hair in soft waves of curls, her grey eyes sparkled in a blue color as had on golden shadow, blue eyeliner with dark-blue mascara. She was dressed in a white corset tank top with a light green belt under the bust line. She had on a pair of light blue jeans. She had on a pair of Punk Rock Wild Buckle Wedge Studded platform boots.

"You ready?" Troy asked walking out of her room slipping on her own leather jacket that was slightly worn out. I stood up.

"I've been ready, I've been waiting on your ass." Troy sent me a small glare a smile breaking through. We left our apartment walking the short block and a half to the little bar we were headed to. We could hear the few voices inside as we got to the doors. We walked in smiles plastering our faces.

"Ah there's our two favorite girls in Boston." Connor spoke up.

"We best be your two favorite girls." I retorted walking over to the bar taking the empty seat by Connor. He pulled my stool closer to him. I bit the inside of my tonight would my lucky night. It is St. Patrick's day after all. Murphy pulled Troy down on his lap since there were no other open seats.

"Don't get fresh either." Troy was trying to be serious but deep down we all knew she wanted Murphy to make a move. Well maybe all but Murphy anyways. She'd been waiting for a while now.

"No worries babe, it wont happen, I don't need yet another shiner from you." I held my laugh in as Murphy spoke.

"Girls stop f..f..f..fraternizing with them. FUCK. ASS. You got work to do." Doc said. I looked up to see that the place was now empty. I knew it was bigger then just cleaning the place up for him. He had business to attend to with the boys at the bar. I just didn't want to clean it up.

"But night is our night off." I whined and I saw Troy pout. That didn't work and we sighed getting up from our spots walking to the back each of us getting a garbage bag. We both took different sides tossing empty beer bottles away meeting in the middle.

"What do you think they're talking about?" I asked. I really didn't need to ask. I had a good idea on what they were saying.

"He did wanna tell them about being forced to close the place down." Troy replied looking just as bummed as I felt about it.

"I wish we could do something about that. I don't wanna leave working here." I sighed following behind Troy to the dumpster.

"I don't either but we don't have a choice in the matter." I knew there was nothing we could do. This place was all either one of us knew and being forced out by the Russians wasn't right. But I wasn't going to mess with the mob. We walked back in stopping at the doors hearing ruckus. We peeked out seeing Murphy and Connor throwing guys out. The Russian mob or rather a few of them anyways. Troy was quick to rush out, I followed behind her. The guys shrugged it off and we went back to drinking. It was the wee hours of the morning before we ever walked out of the bar. We staggered home. The guys made sure we made it home before they went their own way home. I walked into my room falling on the bed.

"Regan, get the hell up." I groaned pulling the blanket over my head.

"Get the fuck outta here Troy." I yelled my head pounding.

"We gotta get to the hospital. Something happened to the boys." I sat up my head spinning more.

"What happened? They ok?" I was worried about Murphy but Connor was my main concern here.

"They didn't say. Now come on." I got up downing some aspirin. I quickly brushed my teeth slipping a hoodie and sneakers on fixing my hair as I run out of my room. Nothing else mattered at this point. Connor had to be ok.

"Wait why didn't they call me?" I asked pulling out my phone to see they had. "I'm never drinking that much again."

"Yea right. If the all mighty Connor MacManus kept putting drinks in you front of you then you would keep drinking them." I glared at her. But it was the truth. I couldn't give her crap for drooling over Murphy. I had been in love with Connor for what seems like forever now. But there was no way I was going to screw this friendship up. You could say I was to chicken shit to make the first move. The damn ride to the hospital wasn't going fast enough. I was starting to get very anxious. I was bouncing every where and getting on Troy's nerves. I was waiting for her to yell at me. But damn it I couldn't help it, my Connor was in the hospital and I didn't know why.

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