#2
Title: Gancanagh
Summary: A conversation between our two favorite Gancanaghs. NiallxIrial.
Niall and Irial were sitting in the office. Irial was stretched out along the sofa, and Niall sat at his feet. They were both drinking red wine. Their 10th glass each. Irial was glad he had gotten Niall drunk, if only slightly. It took a lot to get the guy to chill out, if only for a minute. But after a long, hard day dealing with the Summer Queen's idiocy, Niall was more than happy to accept a glass of wine from Irial. Irial looked into the perfectness of the fire in the fireplace. It was the only light in the room, and he noticed how the flickering flames lit up Niall's calm face. He took another sip from his glass.
"Remember that one time when we went to California?" Irial asked.
"I would rather not remember it." Niall said, despite his smirk.
"The abundance of fine women. They were drooling all over you, gancanagh."
"They were over you as well. What with your muscles..." Niall sighed. Irial laughed.
"Ahh Niall, you mustn't make yourself modest. You are quite the beautiful specimen yourself." Irial stretched his legs and placed his bare feet onto Niall's lap. Niall started to massage them.
"I just wish that one... Jenny, was it? didn't die. I couldn't help it. She was too stunning. I had to kiss her..." Niall said.
"Don't make me jealous now, gancanagh. At least I won't die." Irial said.
"What are you implying?" Niall said sharply, looking over to Irial's face.
"Oh, nothing." Irial said, hiding his grin.
"She even invited me to her grandmother's funeral." Niall shuddered. Irial took back his feet and stood up. He crouched by the fire and used the poker to turn a log over. While Niall went on about all the various things the girls did in California, Irial poured himself another glass. He offered some more to Niall, who shook his head. "You've drugged me enough as is." Irial only laughed.