A/N: Yay! Another chapter so soooon. This one from the boys perspective, i hope i did them justice! hugs&smoochies!

Disclaimer: Nope, i still dont own then devilishly charmin' MacManus brothers. They belong rightfully to Troy Duffy... but im still hoping and wishing on stars*

Chapter Two; Liquid Courage

ConnorxMurphy

"Are ye sure this is a good idea?" Connor asked, momentarily looking up from lacing his boots.

"Aye. We've been fuckin' tailin' him for weeks, Con." His brother Murphy answered from his position at the kitchen table, not once glancing up from the numerous guns laid out before him.

"Way ta state the fuckin' obvious," Connor said. Standing up he reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head, he carefully tucked his black rosary underneath and walked towards the kitchen, "jus' brilliant ye are, Murph."

Taking a quick glance up from his work, Murphy smirked, "I like ta think tha' it's the tone of me voice and tha' careful expressions on me face tha' really give it tha' somethin' extra."

Walking towards the cupboard he smacked the back of Murphy's head before opening the door and grabbing a mug.

"Oi, fuckin' watch it will ye?! I'm only cleanin' our fuckin' guns here, don' wanna accidentally blow yer fuckin' brains out," Murphy yelled pulling the shaft back and letting it loose with a loud click. He pushed his chair back and turned to stare at his brother, "Look Con, he's been disappearing in ta the warehouse for a good week an a half now, his visits always getting' longer and more offen," he refilled his coffee mug and added a generous portion of milk and a touch of sugar. Leaning against the counter, he wrinkled his nose at his brothers black coffee before he continued, "If we're ta get the bastard we got ta figure out wha' the fuck he's doing in there. I'm guessin' its some kind a bar or somethin' people are always comin' and goin'…" he paused then smiled. "Comon' Charlie what about if I get ye a nice bundle of fuckin' rope… will ye feel better about it then?"

Murphy knew to duck out of the way of Connors fist this time and laughed.

"Always with the fuckin' bloody rope…" Connor mumbled before draining the rest of his coffee. He glanced down at the time on the stove and then up at Murphy, "If we're ta be there before 'im, then we better get ta fuckin' move on."

It was just beginning to grow dark when the twins stepped out of their apartment, identical black pea coats, blue jeans and black boots adorning their feet. Each had a gun tucked away in an inside pocket of their jackets and blade somewhere on their person just to be safe. It was purely a sit and watch type of mission, an up close stakeout and it made Connor uneasy. He felt to open and exposed, like the whole world was watching and what if things went wrong? What if they were walking straight into a trap? He calmed his thoughts by thinking of all the people they'd seeing constantly coming and going from the warehouse all week. Sure it would be packed and full to the brim with civilians, but he still didn't like going in blind. He'd rather have his silencer, rope and ski mask while breaking into the house of drug lord in the middle of the fucking afternoon to be perfectly honest.

A light metallic snap broke him out of his thoughts as Murphy lit up two cigarettes beside him, handing him one, his brother took a long drag before cocking his head to look at Connor. "If it makes you feel at all calmer about it, I'm a little fuckin' jittery about this meself. I'd sooner rather be sweatin' me fuckin' ass off, toting yer thirty fuckin' pound stupid rope around a wee little shaft, then walkin' in ta there with not but our guesswork."

They stopped as they came to street across from the warehouse, taking a moment to finish their smokes as they watched the people milling around outside. Dropping the burning end to the ground Connor crushed it under the heel of his boot, looking over at his brother he grinned, "So do ye want me ta pick ye up a nice piece of rope next time were out?"

Murphy laughed and pushed his brother across the street, following beside him. Reaching the line beside the door the brother made their way to the end, following the procession of scantily clad girls on the arms of pimped out men in blazers, groups of foreign thugs jabbering excitedly in a haze of drunken languages and doped up guys with their perfectly coiffed hair, fake tans and gold chains. Finding their way to the back they stood behind a jumpy looking guy, scrawny in his polo and jean jacket he stood with his hands in his pockets, eyes staring down at his scuffed up Air Force Ones. Feeling the eyes of the bouncer as it had followed them from across the street, Murphy tapped him on the shoulder. Nearly jumping out of his skin the guy pulled his hand out of his pocket and leant it against the brick wall to stop from falling, eyes wide and glassy he stared at the brothers. Giving Connor a quick glance, Murphy eyed the shaking guy, clearly a yearning junkie, "Didn't mean ta startle ye, was jus' wonderin' if ye had a light," he asked pulling his pack of smokes out of his pocket.

"Oh, ah-ahhh sure, n-n-no problem," he said reaching a shaky hand into his pocket and pulled out a cheap plastic lighter. Fumbling with it for a few seconds he gave up and threw it at Murphy. Taking the two smokes out of the pack he lit them up and handed one to Connor. Looking up he offered the pack to Mr. Jittery, "Is only fair," he smiled shaking the pack.

The guy stared at him for a few seconds before looking around him; he cracked his neck to the side before reaching out a dry, shaking hand and pulling a smoke from the pack. Finally lighting it up after a few false tries he took a long deep drag. Letting out a sigh he smiled at the brothers, "Thanks man that just about h-hits the spot." He looked about ready to turn around when he seemed to reconsider the notion and looked down, shuffling his feet. Taking another deep drag he looked up and cleared his throat, "I'm James, but you c-can call me Jimmy," he smiled crookedly through yellow teeth, "e-everyone else d-d-does."

"Murph," he said, jerking his thumb towards his brother, "and this is me brother, Connor."

Connor nodded at Jimmy as they moved up a couple of spots and leant back against the brick wall.

"So, d-do you have any g-good bets set up for t-tonight?" he stuttered out.

Connor looked at Murphy then back at Jimmy, "Well, we were jus' go—"

"Take in the look of b-both sides first, huh? Place yo-you're bets last minute?" he interrupted Connor, then continued without giving either of them the chance to answer, "With that l-last m-m-minute change about, it's probably the best thing to do tonight. Who the fuck knows what they g-got tucked up their sleeves t-tonight, eh?"

Connor took the last deep drag of his cigarette and let out a small sigh of relief, never more happier then he was at the point to have been interrupted. With the fuckin' vibrant look of glee sprawled across Murphy's face he guessed that had been his master plan all along. Make nice with the hunched over jittery loner and get him to talk, it was smart and it had worked. He only wished he had fuckin' thought of it first.

They moved up again almost to the door and mirroring Murphy, Connor dropped his burnt out cigarette and crushed it under his boot. "Aye, we we're wonderin' what was up with tha' last minute switch up, figured it would be makin' more sense to wait it out till we got 'ere."

"I just w-wish I had had the same sense. But my bets were already p-played and you know how the Office is," Jimmy said offhandedly, handing the bouncer a crumpled up bill. The bouncer eyed the twins, eyes unreadable behind dark sunglasses but he waved them through after Connor pulled out two twenty's from inside his coat.

Loud rap music blared out from massive speakers littered around the inside of the warehouse. All one entire colossal room, they followed Jimmy to what appeared to be a bar area. Plopping down on some empty stools they waved the bartender over. A couple moments later he was leaning over the counter towards them, "What can I do you for, boys?" He was an older man with a plump face and head full of wiry grey hair, though he seemed nice enough he had a slightly harsh look about him, a look that clearly mean he was not to be fucked with.

"Oi, ye don' happen ta have any Guinness on tap, now do ye?" Murphy asked pleasantly, shouting over the roar of the music to be heard.

The bartenders face lit up, "Finally! Some lads that can drink! Of course I've got some on tap… more than enough really, this crowd usually leans to the shittier stuff." He poured them a couple pints before dropping a basket of pretzels in front of them and moving down the bar with a grungy rag in his hand, yelling at a younger guy who had his hand leaning over the side bar, no doubt reaching for a bottle of something.

"I like 'im already," Murphy said, taking a gulp of his drink. His slight resemblance to Doc making them feel more at ease.

Connor nodded in agreement as they both turned on their stools to survey the rest of the room. The place was packed with people, one side of the room held the bar that stretched out with a few dozen tables, all occupied with groups of rowdy people. Tucked around the back corner of the wall sat a bunch of black leather couches and smaller tables on a raised platform, a sheer curtain wrapped around it, no doubt giving the occupants a small semblance of privacy. Spread out through the room were scantily clad girls, all in black leather, atop platforms and hanging from ceiling cages. Staring at a girl suspended in a cage nearest to him, Murphy cocked his head to the side and said, "Ye know I'm not quite sure whether ta be enticed or a wee bit disgusted from tha'…"

Jimmy jumped in beside him, "I know r-right? All the tight leather, ch-chains and cages, not to mention the deadly high p-platforms around the room, it's hot… but kinda twisted at the same time."

A huge portion of the other side of the room, dipped low in multiple inverted platforms, the biggest crowds gathered around those, shouting and screaming while they danced along to the pounding beat. The farthest side of the room was almost completely empty, a large rectangular area surrounded by velvet carpets and encased within a fence of short steel beams. From what the boys could see an entire side held what appeared to bleachers, and lush top boxes hung from the highest walls. The twins looked at one another in silent agreement; whatever was going down around here, it seemed the main entertainment would most definitely be enclosed at the back.

"Look at tha' fuckin' velvet on the top boxes," Murphy said leaning forward as he drained the last of his beer.

"Aye, ye'd think they we're gettin' ready to see the fuckin' Opera or somethin'…" Connor finished, turning around to grab a hand full of pretzels.

He was jostled from the side when a small body collided with his, spilling what was left of his beer, "Fuck," he snapped, pounding his empty glass down on the table with a bang as Murphy cracked up beside him.

A small warm hand made its way on to his shoulder and a melodic voice washed over his ears, "Shit, I'm really sorry, looked like that was Guinness too… "

More pressured was applied to his shoulder as she leaned most of her petite body on to the bar and tossed a black bag over the ledge, "Bobby, can I get a refill of Guinness down here," she shouted down the bar. Connor turned towards the voice and was met with a pair of bright green eyes as she turned back to glance at him. She was tiny, sitting on the bar counter her presence not disrupting anything. From what he could see of her from beneath her dark tresses, she was beautifully angelic. His anger gone in an instant as he forgot his spilt drink and the sopping wet knee of his jeans.

The old bartender, Bobby it seemed was his name, sauntered down at the sight of her. A mix of emotions crossed his face, surprise, understanding, anger until he finally settled on happy to see her. "Kay, I'm surprised to see you here again… so soon," a hopeful look crossed his face, "just here for a drink?"

She gave him a small sad smile, "I wish I was," she said and motioned to the bag at his feet, "You can look after my bag for me?"

"Oh course, sweetheart, I always do… Now," he said his tone turning more jovial, "What was this about a Guinness?"

A slight blush met her cheeks as Murphy laughed once more, "Well I kinda spilled uhh…" she said gave Connor a side glance, eyebrows raised in question.

He gave a light chuckle, "Connor," he supplied for her.

A slight look of shock and confusion crossed her face for a fleeting moment, there and gone so fast, it almost seemed he had imagined it. She gave a slight shake of her head and continued, "I spilled, Connor here's, drink reaching over the bar, and he'll be needing a refill… on my tab of course."

Bobby let out a barking laugh as he filled Connor's empty mug, which caused Murphy to stop his laughing, a slight scowl appearing on his face as he eyed Connor's foaming glass.

A tinkling laugh filled the air as the girl leaned over Connor and pushed Murphy's glass forward her hair brushing his face, "Fill her up too, Bobby."

Murphy grinned at her before reaching his tongue out to lick a spot of foam slowly making its way down his glass. Turning her gaze back to Connor she smiled. A tingling of warmth spread out through Connors back as he realized her hand still rested there, helping her keep her balance from her place atop the bar. A light scent of vanilla caught his nose before she leaned back in her designated spot.

The crackling of the speakers and the quieting of music singled out the coming announcement. Looking over at Bobby, the girl picked up a shot glass up from behind the bar and set it on the table, "That's my call."

The boys looked at each other questionably, each at a loss for words as they turned back to the scene in front of them. Bobby pulled out a bottle of whiskey from somewhere beneath the bar and held it in front of her, "Do you even know the terms tonight?" At the shake of her head he sighed, "I better make this a double then."

"Well, bottoms up," she said softly downing the shot glass.

Connor looked over at her, studying her pale face, "What's that for now, darlin'?"

"Courage."

"Courage…?" he repeated mystified.

"Liquid courage," she said after a moment's pause.

The crackling of the speakers stopped as the music died down completely and a large booming voice made its way across the speakers, echoing off walls in the large warehouse, "Ten minutes till the main event," washed over the crowd before the same words were repeated rapidly in a mix of other languages.

The music came back on at a much lower volume as the crowd made its way to the far wall. The beautiful girl hopped down from atop the bar and with one last look at Bobby and the boys she turned disappearing into the scrambling crowd.

The boys sat there stunned for a few moments before turning back to Bobby, "What tha' fuck was tha' all about now?" Murphy questioned as Connor sat beside, him seemingly lost in thought.

Almost forgotten beside them, Jimmy spoke up, "If I'm n-not mistaken, that would b-be Kay. Seems she t-the main event tonight then," looking down at his slips he swore, "that was t-t-the fucking switch! I'm going to l-l-lose e-everything!" with that he took off into the dwindling mass of bodies.

Connor turned towards Murphy, a confused look on his face, "Do we know tha' lass from somewhere?"

Murphy stared at him, thinking hard, "Aye, we could. I don' know fer sure but there's something damn familiar about 'er."

Turning back to the bar, Bobby let out a deep sigh, "It's a mighty damn shame, is what it is," he muttered running a rag along the bar.

"Fuck, what's everyone goin' on about now?!" Murphy cursed but Bobby was already down the other side of the bar, collecting glasses and refilling pretzel bowls.

"I've no idea, but I sure as fuckin' ell am goin' to figure it tha' fuck out," he said walking determinably into the crowd, his shoulder still ablaze with the memory of her soft touch.

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