John Paul, in his haste to get away was unaware of the man who was following him to the pub. His expression was seemingly blank, but his head was swimming with questions that he didn't know existed, and didn't want to answer. Questions like "Why is there a damn priest living in my house?" "Why is the same damn priest sleeping in my bedroom?" and most of all, "Why does that damn priest have to be so good looking?"

John Paul snapped out of his thoughts as he approached The Dog, not checking behind him when he walked in, so the door would have hit Kieron in the face if he was standing any closer.
The boy walked through the bar, and up to the counter, slumping over it lazily. Kris, seeing the state of John Paul, walked over to him, and ruffled his short blonde hair.

"You're early!" He said in his Irish accent, though there was a grateful smile across his face.
"Thought I'd put you out of your misery," was John Paul's muffled reply, lifting his head up slowly, and nodding in the direction of his sister, Mercedes. She was chatting up one of the customers, making every attempt to flirt. It was almost too painful for John Paul and Kris to watch.

"Ergh. Your sister does drive me crazy! Every male that walks in here…."Kris grunted. He looked down at John Paul, who had slumped his head back down onto his folded arms, which were lain on the bar.
"Oi! You" Kris flicked the top of John Paul's head, earning a flinch from the younger man. "What's wrong with you? You look like death!" He said with a smile.
"………….Priest…………." John Paul sighed. Kris looked at the boy, with a confused expression on his face.

"Priest?" Kris asked.
"Yeah. Bloody Priest. That's what's wrong" John Paul lifted his head, and looked at Kris seriously.

"I think I'm gunna need a drink when hearing this one" Kris sighed.