Go back and read this from the start ;) I changed some things around. I decided to go in a slightly different direction :D
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Shana, Patrick, Allie and Wayne were trying to enjoy themselves, sitting at a picnic table, drinking Guinness. Shana was actually surprised that Wayne was being tolerable; she wondered what Hawk had threatened him with if he wasn't. After a while, she looked at the group and said, "How about rotating around a little? See the neighbors' houses?"
Wayne frowned, "Shouldn't we wait for Conrad?"
Shana rolled her eyes, "He's a big boy; he can take care of himself. We'll be back, there are just other people I want to talk to and I can't wait forever for him to stop pouting." Wayne grumbled and Allie smirked as they all stood up. Patrick slid his arm around Shana's waist again and she whispered to him, "Now you're just doing it on purpose." She gave him a mock-disapproving look.
"I don't see you stopping me," he whispered back and then grunted as she elbowed him, but didn't step away.
For the next two hours, Shana was busy introducing Allie and Wayne to all of her closest friends and relatives from home. She started a drinking game that whenever one of the people they were talking to turned up to be a relative of Shana's, they had to drink. Two drinks if Shana didn't know that they were related. Needless to say, it didn't take very long for them to get fairly drunk, despite their high tolerances. Wayne stayed out of the game, claiming that he had to keep the rest of them out of trouble.
Patrick started to steer the group back towards Shana's house, a little concerned about his friend. She seemed down and he knew that as much as she denied it, something was going on with her and the blonde guy she worked with. Wayne was a decent enough person, though a bit dry. He was busy trying to discuss a program they had both watched on the History Channel, when he heard a muttered curse coming from the redhead on his arm. "What was that for?"
She didn't say anything, just looked pointedly towards their oak tree where Patrick soon saw Conrad chatting with an attractive blonde woman. "Now, why would that upset you, my dear?" His voice was sickeningly sweet, taunting her.
"Shove it Grady," she grumbled. Allie was laughing enthusiastically on Wayne's arm, who was trying to bear it patiently. She struggled to focus her eyes in the deepening dark on another target, "Shit shit shit." Everyone looked at her oddly and she wiggled out of Patrick's grasp, striding over to a group gathered by a tiki torch.
"Hey sis!" Sean grabbed his sister and swung her around once.
"Easy there Sean," she chuckled nervously, "I don't want to share my liquor with you."
"Oops!" Everyone laughed and he set her down gingerly. "Everyone, this is my baby sister, Shana. Shana, this is everyone and this is my oh-so-significant other, Anna Rue."
Most of the group nodded politely, but the reason Shana had come over said icily, "We've met." Anna Rue slipped her hand into Sean's and Shana had to restrain herself from saying something completely rude.
"Something going on that I should know about?" He looked between his sister and his girlfriend and arched a brow.
"No, Shana's just had too much to drink." Patrick had finally caught up, Wayne and Allie in tow. "Don't mind her." He didn't want to encourage Shana at all when she was like this, knowing how she could really spoil for a fight.
Anna Rue just smiled sweetly, "Oh no honey, it's all fine." She kissed him, pissing Shana off immensely.
"Excuse us." Shana grabbed her brother's arm and forcibly dragged him away from the group. "What are you doing with that harpy?"
He raised his eyebrows again, "That harpy is my girlfriend and might end up being your sister, Shana."
Her eyes widened, "Do not tell me that. Sean! You deserve so much better than that," she was practically begging him.
"I don't want to hear it, Shana. You never like my girlfriends, so just back off. We'll talk when you're sober, ok?" With that, he walked back to Anna Rue, leaving Shana alone to fume.
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While Shana and Sean were having their powwow, the rest of the group waited in strained silence. Wayne tried to keep his attention on Allie, Patrick was watching Shana with concern and Anna Rue was staring at the remaining couple. "So are you two staying at the house too?"
"Too?" He echoed, "You're staying here?"
She nodded smugly, "I don't live in town and Mr. O'Hara was kind enough to invite me to stay."
Wayne swore under his breath, he wondered how exactly he was going to deal with having to keep this charade up constantly for the whole weekend. "Well, we're staying here too. It will be...great... to be able to see you so much." They weren't fooling anyone with their forced friendliness, though several of the observers did find it distinctly amusing.
She looked over at Allie disparagingly, "Looks like your date is about done in, you should probably return her to wherever you found her."
Allie straightened up suddenly, aware that her personal honor had been attacked. Wayne tried to hold her back, unsuccessfully. Allie's voice was low and threatening, shielding her words from most of the group, "Do you know the name Hart-Burnett?" She was pleased when she saw fearful recognition in the woman's eyes. "I thought you would, you society wanna-be. Classless pig, keep that in mind the next time you open your mouth. I am not some whore from the gutter, which is more than I can say of you. Watch. Your. Step."
Wayne had to struggle to not laugh as Allie threatened Anna Rue. It may have been wrong, but he was enjoying the dressing down of one of his biggest tormentors from high school. "Come on sweetheart, let's go to bed, don't let the likes of her upset you." He took Allie around the waist and guided her towards the house as Sean and Shana were rejoining the group, Anna Rue still looking shocked.
"What was that all about?" Sean demanded, looking at Shana like she could provide the explanation.
"Shana's friends just wanted to head up to bed I think." Patrick stepped in quickly, reading the tense situation between sister and brother and wanting to just smooth it over for now. Sean accepted the explanation with a grunt and Patrick politely excused himself and Shana, steering her over to a table. "Want some coffee?"
"Nah, that would kill my buzz." She closed her eyes to slits, just barely watching Conrad still talking with the blonde. "What in the world could they have in common? Besides hair color?" Shana was pouting with her eyes still mostly closed.
Patrick didn't say anything, just rubbed her leg reassuringly. They stayed like that for a while, relaxing. He was surprised as suddenly Wayne reappeared, with Conrad in tow. "Allie is in our room," Wayne said, gesturing between himself and Conrad.
Shana snorted laughter, "She's taking this seriously, isn't she?"
Wayne smirked in spite of himself, "You should have seen her rip into Anna. I wish I had a camera."
"So where are you going to sleep Conrad?" She swung her eyes to her CO, "Staying the night with that blonde?"
Patrick cut in, trying to halt Shana's jealousy from showing too much, "How about Conrad take Shana's room? She can just come home with me."
Conrad's face set into an angry line, "No. She's drunk, and so are you."
"And you don't trust me," his expression showed his amusement at this concept.
Conrad folded his arms, "I'm just looking out for my men and women. You shouldn't be driving."
Wayne broke in trying to cut the sniping off, "Conrad, sleep in your bed. I'll sleep on the floor in our room. Shana sleep in your bed." As the only fully sober one among the group, his words held a lot of weight.
Shana nodded grudgingly, "Fine. Come on Patrick, I'll find you someplace to sleep here. He's right about one thing, you shouldn't drive." She took her friend by the hand and led him back to her house.
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Conrad and Wayne waited for a little while, then when Patrick didn't return, Wayne shrugged, "She must have found someplace for him to crash." Conrad nodded tersely and Wayne frowned, getting a couple beers and dragging his CO over to a quiet corner of the yard, glaring at Duke, "You are making everyone miserable."
Conrad arched a brow in a questioning manner, "Excuse me?"
"You're miserable. Shana's miserable."
Conrad interrupted sullenly, "She doesn't seem very miserable to me."
"Shana's miserable," Wayne repeated pedantically, "and now you're making me miserable. Allie's the only one having a good time I think," he mused.
"How do you figure?"
"I don't want to be your Goddamned shrink, but I'll be damned if I have to put up with the two of you for the rest of the weekend behaving like this." Conrad looked shocked at Wayne's words.
"What are you talking about?" he demanded.
Wayne rolled his eyes and took a long swig of his beer, "She's trying to make you jealous, you're trying to make her jealous, you're both jealous, it worked, congratulations." He shook his head, "This is why women don't belong on the team."
"I'm not trying to make her jealous!" Conrad protested angrily.
Wayne gave him a hard look, "So, you are really interested in that blonde?"
He sputtered defensively, "She's nice."
"And not your type." Wayne smirked, "I know you like redheads."
"I do not!" Conrad tried denying it, but caved at the look Wayne shot him when he said that. "Ok. Maybe a little."
Wayne groaned, muttering, "I can't believe I'm about to say this, but tomorrow, just go and talk to her and stop this stupid behavior. You know as well as I do, as much as I hate it, that they turn a blind eye to fraternization as long as it isn't flaunted." He rolled his eyes again, "For God's sake, look at Allie and Dash. And they flaunt it."
Conrad looked at him incredulously, "You are recommending that I ignore regs?"
"Shut up. It's probably the beer. Or an intense desire to have some peace this weekend," he grumbled.
Conrad chuckled, "You surprise me sometimes Wayne. You may actually have a personality hidden in there." Wayne grunted and finished his beer. Conrad finished his own, and they headed up to the room they were now sharing with Allie to get some sleep.