Brel let her head tip back and rest on the wall behind her. She closed her eyes and tried to listen to the lively Irish music which hummed through the walls, but all she could see were those eyes. She knew he was one of the charges, she felt it when he looked at her. It unsettled her; she didn't like abnormalities. She had never felt that feeling, that jolt before…

Brel was interrupted by the footsteps of the waitress coming back. He eyes snapped open, and she tried to ignore her discomfort. The waitress grinned and set the pint on the table. Brel nodded her thanks while rubbing her eyes.

"Tired?" She asked. Brel took a quick sip of beer before answering.

"Jetlagged." Brel replied. She wasn't completely sure what that meant, but she knew it had to do with exhaustion after travel. It seemed to work, for the waitress nodded knowingly. A loud cough sounded behind them and they both looked back toward the bar. Two men, one of which had the dark eyes, smirked at the waitress. She rolled her eyes and sighed. It was then her turn to smile apologetically.

"See the two boyos with the shit-eating grins? The one on the left wants to buy you a drink." Of course, the dark eyed one. Brel lifted her eyes to his and quickly looked away. She took another sip of her drink, and then shook her head, smiling a little.

"Tell him I thank him, but I'll be going after this." She said, stifling a yawn. Becky quirked an eyebrow.

"He's not going to like that. You're the first girl I've met to say no to Murphy MacManus." Brel smiled a little.

"Well, sorry to disappoint him." Becky chuckled and moved back across the room to the bar. Brel watched her lean toward them and tell them. The one brother raised a fist to his mouth, fighting to keep from laughing. Murphy looked over his shoulder, bemused. Looking over to the two men again, she raised her glass a little, nodding her thanks. They did the same, but Murphy watched her over the rim of his glass. Resisting the urge to shiver again, Brel finished her beer and fumbled in her pocket for wallet. After a moment of digging, she felt a presence above her. She stopped fumbling and looked up, to see him straddling the chair opposite her.

"It's not often I find someone who refuses a drink." His eyes were much darker and fuller up close. Brel forced herself to look into them. She folded her arms and gave him a half smile.

"So I've been told." She said dryly.

"I don't know if I like it very much." Murphy said slyly, rubbing his chin.

"Well, there's a first time for everything."

"I guess so. Why so quick to leave?"

"It's been a long day."

"Then the drink is that much more appropriated."

"I'm tired."

"Five minuets aren't going to hurt." Brel chuckled and grabbed her purse.

"We both know it would be more than five minuets." He nodded and took a sip of his beer.

"I was counting on it." Brel stared at him for a moment; he unblinkingly returned her gaze. After a moment she smiled, and sighed.

"I'll be back tomorrow night." She said standing. He too stood, smirking triumphantly. Brel turned to get her coat to find it was gone. Confused, she turned around to see him holding it.

"Thank you." She said, reaching for her coat. He jerked it back, before it even brushed her fingers.

"I didn't get your name." He said seriously. Brel chuckled.

"My name's Brel. Brel Pierson." She stuck out her hand for her coat. Instead, the man grasped it firmly, and shook it.

"Murphy MacManus." Brel tried to repress a smile as he toyed with her. He then opened her coat and held it out to her. She let herself smile then and she slipped her arms into the awaiting coat.

"Are you known for keeping your promises, Brel Pierson?" Brel shrugged her coat onto her shoulders and turned to face him. She kept her eyes narrowed and put a hand on her hip.

"Always." She replied simply. Murphy arched an eyebrow and smiled.

"Then until tomorrow night." He said with satisfaction. Brel nodded.

"Until tomorrow." She repeated, scooting past Murphy and out the door before he could say another word.