Aint Never Seen Nothing Like A Galway Girl

Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I own nothing within this story, except the things you don't recognize from the films. I borrow characters and play with them.

Pairing: Murph/OC

Summary: Set before the boys' Calling from the Lord. Murphy takes the long way to McGinty's, lost in thought when he runs into a woman with a familiar accent. Murphy/OC. Song!Fic.

Really super quick author's note that you really should read so you don't get confused: I switched around the next two verses of the song. First verse should be "We were halfway there…" and second should be "And I ask you friend…" but for the purposes of chronology, I switched the two around. Longer author's note at the end of the chapter! Thanks for reading x

And I ask you friend, what's a fella to do ?

'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue.

So I took her hand and I gave her a twirl,

And I lost my heart to a Galway girl.

They had been at McGinty's pub for barely a minute when Connor pounced. Ceilidh had stepped inside, shook off the rain ad removed her sodden jacket, folding it over her arm. Murph walked in beside her, placing his hand at the small of her back gently, and leading her over to the bar.

The pub was busy that night; filled with the sounds of glasses clinking and laughter. Smoke filled the air, and Ceilidh smiled to herself. She felt at home here.

There was an open seat beside Rocco and Connor that they'd obviously saved for Murph. He walked over with Ceilidh and made a quick nod and whistle at the bloke sitting in the seat next to the open one and gestured to Ceilidh. He immediately stood up and moved to stand elsewhere.

Connor had noticed his twin's escort. Ceilidh smiled politely at him and gave him a small wave whilst Connor smiled back and Rocco looked her up and down. Murph made a mental note to slap him for that later. They stood behind the two seated men and Connor stood up, grabbing Ceilidh's free hand and bringing it to his lips for a quick kiss.

"Evenin' lass. Me name's Connor MacManus. I see you came in here with me useless brother, and cant help but notice his hands all over ya. Need be to beat him for ya?" Connor asked with a wink. Ceilidh smiled, taking her hand back. Murph removed his hand from her back at once, glaring at his twin.

"I'm fairly certain I'd be able to beat him meself, but thanks for the offer," she replied with a grin. Connor noticed her accent and raised his eyebrows. He looked up at Murph. "Feisty and Irish? Well, well, well."

Murph ignored his brother and gestured the newly-available barstool to Ceilidh; a tad angry when Connor beat him to it, leading Ceilidh over to sit beside him. She nodded, gave a small 'ta' and placed her jacket on the floor beneath her barstool. Murph grumbled lightly and did the same, sitting on Ceilidh's other side. Rocco smiled over at the new arrivals and lit up a cigarette.

Murph ordered two beers for him and Ceilidh from Doc, and gave her glass a small tap when they received it. She smiled over at him before taking a deep pull, her eyes not leaving his.

Roughly two hours later, the pub was near empty. All that remained were Doc, Con, Murph, Rocco, and Ceilidh. The bar had closed half an hour before that, and Ceilidh was sitting on top of the bar, her feet resting on her barstool, looking between the MacManus boys and they told her stories. Rocco chimed in occasionally on stories he was actually there for. She was on her fifth beer, and had taken four shots with the boys. She may be Irish, but she was starting to feel the effects.

Ceilidh's hair hung loose and in waves down her back. It had had time to dry in the warm pub, and Murph couldn't stop staring at her. She was enjoying herself; he could tell. She looked absolutely stunning when she laughed. Connor could sense his twin was a tad smitten with Ceilidh; fancying her more and more as they learned more about each other: their drunken adventures, their childhoods. Connor smiled over his beer as he noticed Murph watching her. Again.

For some reason or another, Doc decided to cue up some music for them. Murph couldn't remember how that whole conversation about music started; all he remembered was some might talk from Ceilidh about dancing.

Doc put on a mix CD of Celtic music. First up was "A Place In The Choir," with Connor, Murph, and Ceilidh knew all the words to. She jumped down off the counter, a tad shaky, as the lyrics started pounding out. She did a small spin and started singing lightly with her eyes closed, clapping to the beat. Con and Murph joined in, stomping and clapping out the beat whilst singing and laughing wildly. Rocco nursed a pint and watched on with a wide smile.

Once the song ended, Ceilidh sat down and could barely breath from laughing. She grasped her side as she attempted to get her breath. Con had a shot of whiskey ready for her; he handed it over with a wink and she downed it without batting an eyelash. Needless to say, the boys were impressed.

A few Gaelic songs passed, and suddenly The Blood of Cuchulainn was filling the pub with its lilting notes. Ceilidh's eyes widened before she stood up again, grabbing Murph's arm and begging him with her eyes to dance with her. Murph looked quickly over at his brother, but Con merely laughed and shook his head. Murph had never danced in his life. He stood idly by for a moment as they all watched Ceilidh smile and spin, her feet moving quick.

"Look at 'er go," Con remarked over the music, smiling. "All flyin' hair. She'll lay a spell on ya, she will. Let's just hope Murphy 'ere can be half as good," he finished, pushing his brother closer to Ceilidh. She grinned widely at him, grabbing his hands and pulling her with him.

"Watch me feet," she said in his ear, and she showed him a few easy steps to go with the beat of the song. He watched for a moment or two before copying the movements.

They flowed like water together; all smiles as they danced in that pub. He got a hang of the steps easily, and before long they were dancing in perfect harmony with each other.

As the song came to a close, everyone clapped. On the bar, Doc had two fresh Guinnesses waiting for Murph and Ceilidh. She pulled him in for a quick hug and kiss on the cheek as the stepped forward to grab their drinks. Con grinned at the look of shock on his twin's face.

They'd all barely taken one sip of their drinks before Ceilidh was up again, dragging Murph with her again. He laughed, setting down his Guinness before stepping forward towards her. She had her hand within his, and he gave her a quick twirl around before she laid one hand on his shoulder, the other remaining in his hand, whilst his free hand rested on her waist. They spun quickly together, grinning and laughing. Murph saw his brother give Rocco a slap upside the head over Ceilidh's shoulder as he asked his brother to dance.

"I'm nowhere near drunk enough fer tha' shit, Roc," Con said to him, slapping him again. He looked over at his twin and Ceilidh. "I might just have to steal this lovely lass from me brother," he teased at Murph.

Murph rolled his eyes, and couldn't help but notice Ceilidh's hand tighten in his. She leaned up to quickly whisper in his ear, "Don't worry. I'm yers, luv."

It was in that moment that Murph realized his lustful ardour towards this woman.

Author's Note: Sorry if this chapter was a wee bit boring. I promise you: we get into smut next chapter :') Thank you ever so much for reviewing! It really does mean a lot. And thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for the well wishes about my engagement. I couldn't be more happy! Plus, my fiancé and I have decided to honeymoon in Scotland. ASDFGHJKL YES GOOD amiright? Anyhoodle. Like I said in my first author's note: the third and fourth verses of the song have been switched around to avoid any chronology issues.

Thanks for reading, and please take a moment out of your busy day to tell me what you think of this fic!

Kisses and cumshots,

Melanie