A/N Just to clear a few things up, this will be massively AU from the pre-beginning of BDS. Some of the stuff will be happening concurrently with the movie but I may mess with the plot a bit. I offer my apologies to those of you that are purists, as well as to Troy Duffy who we all love and cherish for making a great movie. Boys are coming up next!
"Are not angels all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation?
Bible: Hebrews (1:14)
Bridget POV
"OH Tiarna daor! An dairire ata tu?" Bridget stated in a flat voice to her sister. "Dis was definitely a good idea!" Sarcasm was dripping from her voice as she stared at the flat that they would be sharing. The room was dark and dingy. Bridget was certain it hadn't seen the business end of a cleaning rag or dust mop in many a year and there was a scent that spoke of the death of something. Bridget was praying it wasn't human.
The fat, smarmy Russian man looked both her and her sister up and down and said "The rent is $500 per month fully furnished take or leave!" Bridget felt a little slimy just from the look. Under his breath she heard him mumble something like "может быть, мы можем работать сделки по аренде" Bridget didn't speak Russian but Margaret did and it didn't seem as though she was happy with what she heard. "Вы можете придерживаться, которые предлагают где-то неприятные" the angry spate of unintelligible words from her sister was followed by "We leave it!" Margaret grabbed Bridget by her wrist and dragged her out into the cool sunshine of the Boston afternoon.
To say that their new adventure was starting off on a bad foot was a massive understatement. When the girls had arrived at Boston Logan International Airport they found out that Margaret's luggage had been rerouted through Finland and she wouldn't have anything but her carry-on until tomorrow. Bridget's bags were only sent to a different state so they waited for them for a couple of hours in the airport. The airline personnel had given them a number to call to tell the airlines where to send the bags when they came in but at this point they now had nowhere to have them sent.
"Well, we might as well go for da trifecta of good luck and see if da pub we will be working at is better than a hole in da ground." Bridget said, with another dose of sarcasm. Margaret was getting sick of her sisters bitching said "Is minic a gheibhean beal oscailt diog dunta!" "Close your gob! I grant that e'vry ting so far hasn't been our usual good luck but nothing goes wrong all da time." Margaret suggested they get a hotel for the next couple of nights so they could get their luggage and their bearings around the neighborhood and speak to the pub owner by the name of "Doc"
Bridget was dragging ass by the time they found a Holiday Inn and got checked in. The sisters fell into bed at the same time, and without even removing their shoes or saying their prayers, they fell into a deep sleep.
Margaret POV
Margaret opened her eyes first the next morning. Every morning was the same, Margaret would get up to have a smoke, and Bridge would wake soon after wanting coffee or there would be hell to pay. She was in luck this morning because she had seen the small coffee pot in the bathroom yesterday when they checked in and so could start the caffeine for her sister immediately after she woke up, this would assure her of a halfway cooperative Bridget until they could get somewhere to eat breakfast. That first cigarette in the morning was just the best one all day so she started the coffee pot and lit her cig and waited for Bridget to wake up.
Just as she was starting to wonder if she was going to have to wake her Bridget sat up in bed and stretched. She ran her fingers through her bright red locks and grimaced at the knots she found there. Bridget was very different in looks and temperament from her sister. While Margaret had raven black hair and was petite and compact, often giving rise to teasing from her sister that with fairy wings she could pass for the pixy that the old ladies in the village went on about. Margaret had a quick and hot temper but it cooled quickly too. Bridget was mostly laid back and was slow to temper but once she was on a tear you better watch your back because she could level a good sized mountain with a look. Bridget was tall, at least 5'6, and curvy, she often joked with Margaret that god had given her the body so that she could flirt with the customers while Margaret was able to cook, as was her talent and choice, rather than kiss a lot of customers asses all evening.
Margaret looked at her sister and asked "Morning to ya, would ya like some caffeine this morn'n afore we try again to find somewhere decent to stay?" "Yes please" Bridget replied. Margaret handed her a cuppa and said"I'm for a shower, ya can go next and then we can get somth'n to eat." "Aye, I want to check out this pub after. Maybe Doc can tell us somwh're to get a good flat." "Good Idea deirfiúr"
Margaret was quick to shower and got dressed as her sister showered and waited as Bridget got ready. Even though the girls first day hadn't been what they hoped Margaret was still very excited. The girls exited their hotel simultaneously. They place sunglasses on their faces to block the bright morning sun and walked, like the twins they were, to the nearest diner to start their day.
Translations by:
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OH Tiarna daor! An dairire ata tu – Oh dear lord Are you serious?
может быть, мы можем работать сделки по аренде – Maybe we can work out a deal on the rent
Вы можете придерживаться, которые предлагают где-то неприятные – Take your deal and stick it someplace unpleasant
Is minic a gheibhean beal oscailt diog dunta - An open mouth often catches a closed fist!
