A/N: Sorry it took so long. AP Bio is killing my social life… or, rather, my writing life… if that makes sense.

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It was afternoon by the time Murphy entered the apartment. The walk had taken all the longer with the extra company, and of course they had to have something to eat.

"Took yeh long enough," Connor called to him from the couch as he came in. "I was beginning' ta think yeh'd been picked up."

"Eh, now," Murphy returned. "Yeh should know better 'n 'at. Me? Get picked up? I mean even if it's a possibility for you, when's that going ta happen ta me in a million years?"

"Ah, shut the fuck up."

But Murphy was in a good mood and he wasn't about to let such a good opportunity slip through his grasp. "Everyone knows I'm the dependable one. The one yeh can always count on ta make it out. I'm the faster. I'm the brighter." He pasued for emphasis. "I'm the older."

"Yer not fuckin' older, Murph, fer the last time. I wish yeh'd accept it. It's plainly obvious I'm the older one. An' all that other stuff along with it… Yer the cute one, the cute little baby."

"I am in me wick!" Murphy retorted, seeing the fight coming, welcoming it. "Gimme one good reason yeh think yer the older."

"It's a wrap in the snot-locker I'll be givin' yeh."

"Yeh will in yer shite!"

And then they were at it, brawling on the floor. But the brawl didn't last long. A ring from the kitchen called Connor in to answer the telephone. When he returned, he related, "That was Da. He says he's got another hit."

"Christ, they're comin quick now," Murphy replied. "I'm beginning ta get suspicious."

"Da said the same."

"Don' y'agree?"

"Aye. I agree."

"D'yeh think we should pass this one up?"

"Aye." They were quiet for a moment, just taking life in. "So where were yeh, anyways?"

"When? This mornin'? I had ta walk down ta Bowen," Murphy responded. "I met this girl on the train visitin' her friend an' I walked 'er there."

"Good little boy. Ma would be so proud," Connor taunted him. "I'm proud, fer fuck's sake!"

"Fuckin' shut it, alright? She needed a guide."

"It was 'er diddies, wasn't it? Y'always did go fer 'em big."

"What the fuck?!"

"I knew it! I fuckin' knew it! What's 'er name?"

"I don' fuckin' know 'er name, Connor. I walked 'er where she was goin' an' I left 'er. I'm never fuckin' goin' at see her again. And," he added, "if yeh want the truth, hers were as small as a mouse's diddies!"

"Ohho!" Connor exclaimed. "Well, then I believe yeh! Yeh could never go fer a girl like that! Oh, no! Not my brother."

Murphy laughed and smacked him on the head. "We goin' ta the bar tonight?"

"No."

"We haven't been ta the bar in a week!"

"Trista might be there," Connor explained. "It's not safe."

"Oh fer Chrissake, Connor, get off it. It's Trista. She's not on our trail, yeh know that. Didn' yeh tell me we weren't in the center anyways, er anywhere near it? An' if she did suspect us, why the hell would she sleep with you?"

"She was drunk," Connor stated, watching the floor.

"Oh, fuck it, Con! This fuckin' shit has got ta stop!" Murphy was on a roll. "I'm tired o' havin' ta tiptoe around everythin' with the subject. An' I'm tired o' havin' ta go traipsing all around other bars. I'm tired o' all this shit! Now would yeh just get over it already and call her?! I know yeh want to. I know yer thinking' about it! That's all yeh do nowadays is think about her!"

"D'yeh wanta get caught? D'yeh wanta rot in jail? D'yeh want ta be someone's fuckin' bitch, Murphy, is that what yeh want?!" Connor exploded. "Wer not goin' ta the bar."

Murphy raged silently for a moment, clamped his teeth, breathed heavily through his nose. And then he turned and stormed out.

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A/N: I figure you can probably figure out the Dulbin slang from context clues. If you have problems, just say so. Review, please!