An obnoxiously loud knock on the door woke me up from a very restful sleep. Yanking the blanket over my head, I tried to block out my cousin but of course I couldn't.

"Asshole," I mumbled, stomping my way to the door.

"Mel, come on open up!" Concezio yelled through the locked door.

"What! You know there is a thing called sleep," my voice rasped, my face set in a sneer.

"Not in my fucking house, now get dressed my dad wants to see you," Concezio answered in his I'm better then you could ever be tone.

"Now?" I cracked, I was instantly woken up out of my sleepy state.

"Yeah, and don't wear any of your shitty clothes either.

"Hey!" I paused "How would you even know if I had shitty clothes!" My voice accusing.

"Cause I looked in you nasty thing you carry them in," he answered without a care.

"What the fuck!"

I yelled at him "You can't do that!"

"I could do whatever the fuck I want this is my house," he yelled right back at me. "Here," Concezio dug in his pocket and threw a wad of money at me "Go shopping get something nice and be back here at noon," he turned and left.

There had to be at least 600 dollars here, closing my mouth I placed it on the bed and got dressed. Hey, if he is paying for me to go shopping who am I to deny him that, even if he did it in an asshole way. Pulling on a new pair of jeans and a t-shirt, what I always wear, I shoved the money on my pocket and sauntered towards the door.

I never thought there would be so many places to go shopping in this part of Boston, but damn was I wrong. Every place I went into was so much nicer than anyplace I usually shopped, but I got the same look every time. The door would open and I would immediately get a look from the person at register, they would quietly tell someone on the floor to come follow me around until I left. Needless to say, this got quite annoying by the third store.

"I'm not guna steal anything," I turned towards the lady discreetly following me around.

"No, I... wasn't," he turned bright red and stuttered.

"Oh yeah?" My tone full of sarcasm "Cause you''ve been working on that rack of clothes for a good ten minutes now and nothing has changed on it... and you've been following me around since I got here, you're not good at being discreet," I raised my eyebrow at her.

"Oh... I um...I.. well did you need help finding anything," she asked her voice panicked.

"Nope, but you can go now," I turned and hid the laugh that was trying to bubble it's way up.

By the time I was rung up at the register it was already 11:30, and it took about a half hour for me to get back to Concezio's house. I paid my bill, much to everyone's surprise, and quickly left the store. Before I made it ten feet down the street I ran smack into a leather coated person, knocking me off balance.

"Mel, we gotta stop meetin' this way," Connor's voice said a laugh hiding behind words.

I let out a tiny giggle "Yeah I guess we do," I smiled up at him.

"You busy tonight," he asked

"Well kinda I'll be working," I answered as I swung my bag back and forth.

"Yeah, good good, I guess I'll see you there tonight, happy St. Pattys day to ya," he shouted over his shoulder as he walked away.

I couldn't help but stare as the man walked away "Happy St. Pattys day," I yelled back.

Fuck, that's today! I let out a groan just before I continued to walk. It was going to be so busy tonight with al these drunken people, but at least Connor and Murphy were going to be there. I couldn'thelp but smile at that, those two boys were a good time and not to mention extremely good looking. By the time I got back to the house it was a little past noon and Concezio was sitting on the steps with a scowl plastered on his face. As I passed him I tried to hide the smile but I think he caught it; oh well. I changed into my new jeans and a pretty girly flowy shirt that was actually pretty.

"See that's what a girl is supposed to look like," Concezio said as I walked by him.

"Fuck you," I answered, earning a laugh from him.

My uncles place was not like I remembered it when I was a kid, it was dark and dreary and kind of scary. As I opened the door to him office a scraggly looking man with longish dark hair and a beard covering his face came out. We made eye contact for a second before I looked away and closed the door to my uncles office.

The bar was packed all night, but what else could you expect from an Irish neighborhood on St. Pattys day. I didn't even realize when Murphy and Connor walked in, I shoved beers at them and continued serving. By the end of the night I was feeling GOOD, my body was warm and my brain was swimming in the good feelings of the alcohol. I had my messy hair tied back into a ponytail and my pretty flowy shirt was gone and placed in the back I was just in a tank top and a pair of jeans.

"Mel, you haven't met Rocco yet have ya," Connor asked.

"They're both fucking guineas they gotta know each other," Murphy said with a laugh and a swing of beer.

I shot Murphy a look, which made him laugh even louder before I turned and looked at the man with the long dark hair and beard "Um, no... I don't think so," I answered.

"I don't know Mel you look kind of familiar," he pointed at me.

"I don't know, but I know you now," I paused "Us guineas gotta stick together against all these mick's,"

This earned a laugh from both of us and looked from the other three people. I can play that game if Murphy wanted to. I came out from around the bar and took a seat next to Connor and turned towards him.

"Hey,"

"Hey lass," he answered with a smile.

"You have an amazing smile," I told him.

"Thanks, you uh you have an amazing everything," he almost looked shy about saying that.

I giggled "Thank you!" I squeaked as I threw my arms around him.

If I were sober I wouldn't have done that, but once I've had a few drinks I can get very friendly. I heard him place his beer down on the table with a thud and wrap his arm around my waist, his fingers lightly gripping my hip. The moment was ruined by a loud Russian yelling that this bar now belonged to whoever he worked for.

Connor lightly pushed me back and whispered "Mel, I want you to go in the back and don't come out til I get you," I pulled my eyebrows together and crossed my arms. "Mel, just fucking go,"

"Fine,"

I pushed open the door to the back and poked my head out a little bit to see what was going on. The brothers and Rocco drinks shattered on the floor and an all out brawl began. My eyes went wide as I watched glasses being shattered, liquid flying everywhere, and punches being thrown. I turned around away from the brawl and a thought crossed my mind, I'm the one who's guna have to clean all this shit up...

"Ay Mel!" Murphy yelled.

"Yeah," I yelled back in a questioning tone.

"Can ya bring out the rope," Murphy continued

"And a lighter," Connor added with laugh.

Oh God... "Yupp,"

"So Mel, where do you stay," Murphy asked as we walked down an ally

"Um, nowhere really," I answered not wanting to mention my dumb ass cousin.

"We can't be having that now can we Murp," Connor looked at his brother.

"No," he answered.

"Stay with us for the night," they said at the same time.

"Um okay," like I would ever say no to that invitation what could possibly go wrong.