A/N: Sorry it's so short, and quite poorly written! I just wanted to update so no one thought I died or anything! Thanks to wolfchick11 and Effigy for the reviews!!
"Whirl your whiskey around like blazes"
"Thanum an Dhul do you thunk I'm dead?"
It was Wednesday, the day the boys loved, but dreaded. Every week, they would visit their loving, caring mother. The only bad part was that, on those days, their angry, drunken mother always seemed to show up, too. The sun had yet to fully rise when the phone rang.
Connor rolled over on his stomach and thrust his pillow over his head. "Answer the fucking phone, Murphy!" There was really no need to answer, though. They both knew who it was and what she wanted.
"Hullo? Oh, hi mum." He paused, listening to his mother chatter on and on about how they should get cleaned up and look nice when they visit. "Yes, mother. Yes. Connor's in the shower righ' now. No, mother. I got up early to shower before him." Silence. "Yes, Mother. Bye." He hung up the phone, tossed it across the room, and flopped back down onto his bed. "Mother wants us there at 10. Take a shower."
"You take a shower. Ye smell like-"
"Shut it."
By 9:30, they were in a taxi, on the way to their mother's house, a small cottage on the outskirts of town. Bonnie McBride was a short , stout women in her late 50s. She bustled around the kitchen, cooking up a stew, while prying into her children's personal lives.
"Well, boys, you know I ain't gonna be 'round forever. When do I get some wee grandbabies?"
Both brothers through up their hands in a frustrated gesture, nearly knocking over the bottle of whiskey that constantly graced the table. She said the same thing every week, "get married," "take a shower," "get a girlfriend," "have some babies". And every week, the brother's replied in the same way:
"Mother, you know we haven't got enough time to start families."
Of course, it wasn't true, and their mother knew it. After working from 7 to 3, they had more than enough time to meet people, which they did, but nothing was ever serious.
She ignored the usual excuse, poured herself a glass of whiskey, and continued nagging. "Well, I've got a favour to ask you boys. No-Not a favour. You're going to do it, because you love your dear ol' mother."
At least, this time, Bonnie had corrected herself. "Favours" for her were never really favours. They were requirements and everyone knew it.
She grinned, slightly drunkenly, and began slopping stew into bowls while she spoke. "You remember Clara O'Conner?" Connor and Murphy nodded. "Well, her sister's just died, leaving her neice homeless. Now, you know that Clara don't have any room in that tiny little shack of her's and I know you two have a massive apartment, so I suggested th-"
Bonnie had never actually seen the so-called "apartment" and had assumed that it was equipped with separate rooms, a kitchen, and an enclosed bathroom. There was no way anyone could live with them, especially a woman.
