-1The band had started up and the twins were singing along as loud as they could, beers raised in the air as they enjoyed themselves and the music. On a break between songs, Murphy went back to the bar to get two more bottles of Guinness. There was a crowd around the bar, and he was jostled excessively, but it wasn't anything new to him. With beers in hand, he started on the trek back to Connor, dodging a few people, one of them being the blue-black haired boy again. He made it to the less populated space between the crowd at the bar and the crowd at the stage, a very small strip that was mostly just him and Connor and a few people that were running back and forth between the two crowds.
He handed a bottle to Connor, who smiled appreciatively before turning his attention back to the stage and the band who had shown back up. Murphy was taking a swig from his bottle, eyes glancing around when they fell on that brunette again. She was sitting at one of the few tables all by herself, looking extremely lonely. The guy she had come in with was no where to be seen. Her eyes were glued onto her bottle of beer before they glanced up at the stage.
"Oi, Conn," Murphy said, back-handing Connor in the chest to get his attention.
"What," he replied, sounding slightly annoyed as he turned.
"That lass over there," Murphy said, pointing to the brunette. "That's the one what I knocked inta earlier."
"Aye, so," Connor asked.
Murphy shook his head. "Doesn't look like she's havin' a very good time."
"Ah, let 'er get a few more drinks in 'er," Connor chuckled, waving off the remark. "Then she'll probably be jumpin' 'round like all these other little bastards."
As if on cue, a guy came out of the mosh pit holding onto his bleeding nose. The brothers chuckled as the poor guy brushed past them toward the restrooms. Murphy thought it was ridiculous the way the crowd was bouncing around chaotically to music that had such a simple beat. So he turned to Connor, and with that special connection he had read all twins are supposed to have, hooked an arm with his brother and started up a nice Irish jig. Connor went along with it merrily, both men keeping in time with the music. Murphy did a turn and saw the brunette watching him from her seat. With a smile, he waved her over to join them. Her eyes widened and she shook her head vehemently.
"Be right back, Conn," Murphy laughed. "Find yerself a lass at dance with."
Connor nodded with a grin and paused his jig to search the crowd briefly for a dance partner. Murphy went over to the girl at the table only to find her still wide-eyed and blushing.
"Listen, I'm very sorry 'bout spillin' me drink on ye earlier," he said, trying to make the sincerity heard over the music and the crowd. "By way a apology, I'd like ye ta come dance with me an' me brother."
"I don't even know you guys," she shook her head slightly, sounding guarded despite her gentle smirk.
"Well, we can change that, can't we," Murphy's smile broadened, holding a hand out to her. "I'm Murphy, me brother's name is Connor. Pleased ta meet ye."
She blushed again, looking from his eyes to his hand before taking it with the slightest bit of hesitation. "I'm Fey."
"Fey," he mused, shaking her hand a little. "Now, would ye do me the honour a dancing' with me?"
"I suppose," she nodded, still blushing badly as he pulled her out of her chair.
Holding her hand, Murphy walked her over to where Connor had found a cute little blonde wearing a black tank top and an extremely short skirt. He shook his head in amused disbelief at his brother's choice. The girl was almost rail-thin, looked like she might break if you touched her just wrong. The brunette, Fey, at least had some meat on her bones, fine curves too, of course, Murphy wouldn't admit to looking.
"I might a guessed," Conn chuckled when he saw Murphy coming closer.
Murph ignored him, stopping Fey right next to him as he smirked at Connor. "Ye ready ta show these girls how ta dance, Conn?"
"Aye," Connor laughed out loud as the band started up again.
They both began a jig, moving in near perfect synchronicity. After a moment, Murphy heard a sweet round of giggling and paused when he realized it was Fey.
"Now I know you're Irish for sure," she spoke through her fingers, trying to hide her smile.
"Ye weren't sure before," he grinned.
"Anyone can fake an accent," she replied. "No one can fake a real Irish jig."
"Ye been 'round many Irishmen," he asked, picking back up in his dancing as he looked at her.
She smirked knowingly, raising an eyebrow as she fell in beside him. Her eyes turned down to his feet, brows furrowed in concentration. Fey began moving her feet a little, trying to mirror Murphy. After a few moments, she jumped in on a hard step, clapping her hands and joining the brothers. Murphy was impressed with her ability to keep up and couldn't help but smile as she seemed to be enjoying herself. He glanced over at Connor and his partner. The blonde was having a terrible time learning the steps, and Connor just broke down into shuffling around with her, which he didn't seem to mind.
"An look at those two in tha back," the lead singer of the band suddenly spoke into the microphone, laughing.
Murphy watched Fey's face become a mask of horror as everyone turned to look at them. Her feet slowed, almost stopping as she stared wide-eyed at the band.
"Come on, lass, don' get frightened," the singer chuckled. "We'll keep playin' if ye keep dancin'."
Fey looked like she was going to keel over dead from embarrassment, and Murphy definitely did not want to see that. He grabbed her hand and gave her a spin, bringing her up close to him as he placed a hand on the small of her back.
"Keep yer eyes on me, lass," he smirked. "If they want a show, we'll give it ta 'em."
She looked completely mortified, but she nodded and put her hand on his shoulder as he started up dancing again. The crowd cheered them on, the band playing harder while they bounced and spun to the beat. By the time the band had finished playing, Murphy had Fey laughing and enjoying herself again. When the music stopped, everyone applauded them and the band.
Murphy raised his arms in a triumphant woot, Connor coming over and giving him a thwack to the chest to deflate him a little. "Some mighty fancy foot work there, Murph. Ain't seen ye dance that good since we were kids."
Murphy smiled smugly at Fey. "Well, Fey here's a better partner than ye."
Fey blushed and it made both brothers laugh before Connor extended his hand to the girl. "Apologize fer me brother. He's got no real manners. Name's Connor."
"Oi, I got manners plenty," Murphy protested, shoving his brother, but Connor didn't seem to care.
"I'm Fey," the brunette blushed more.
"Where'd yer blonde go, Conn," Murphy asked with a smirk.
"Back at 'er boyfriend, I suppose," Connor winked at Fey.
Murphy shook his head with a grin, looking at the girl. "Suppose ye'll be needin' ta get back ta yers as well."
Fey looked at him confused for a moment then covered her mouth with her fingers as she started to laugh. "You mean Robbie? He's not my boyfriend. Just a friend I've had for a while that I made take me out for my birthday."
"Ah, happy birthday ta ye then," Connor smiled, taking a drink from his bottle.
"Yep, officially 21," Fey nodded, then started looking nervous again. "Well, I guess I'll head back to the table then. I don't know where Robbie got off to."
Murphy glanced at a smirking Connor before saying "Can I buy ye a drink then, Fey? Fer yer birthday?"
She bit her bottom lip as she looked between the two of them and was about to say something when the guy she had come in with, Robbie, came out of the crowd toward them.
"Wow, Fey," Robbie smiled. "That was awesome!"
"Robbie, where have you been," Fey asked, looking slightly upset. "You left me all by myself."
"I'm sorry, Fey," he apologized. "I just wanted to do some moshing. Didn't think you'd get so uptight about it."
Fey sighed and looked at the floor. Murphy decided he didn't like this Robbie fellow very much. He swung an arm across Fey's shoulder and fixed Robbie with a bit of a glare. "It's not bein' uptight when ye're lonely. C'mon, lass, me brother an' I'll buy ye a drink an' keep ye company."
She glanced up at Murphy's face then looked up at Robbie. "Go mosh, Robbie. I'll chill out back here with my new buddies."
Robbie just shrugged before heading back to the crowd of people. Fey's eyes turned up to Murphy's for a second before falling to his chest shyly. "Thanks."
"No need ta thanks me," Murphy shook his head with a smirk. "I'm sure there's plenty a boys here who'd like ta keep ye company. Just asked first."
She chuckled gently which made Murphy's smile broaden. "C'mon, Conn. Let's escort the lass back at 'er table."
"There in a minute," Connor replied, giving his brother a smirk as the band started it's next song.