Disclaimer: I don't own anything, but, my OC, Ciara Kirkland [Ireland]
America (2)
Hey Alfred,
...Okay, I think I got what happened now. You touched the soith's eyebrows, when he was drunk...why? What tempts ye tae do that? Yes, I know they're bushy freaks, but, honestly...They ain't tha' interestin', are they? Besides, it only ends up with ye sleepin on other peoples' couches, fer a good while, cuz the li'l runt is stubborn and refuses to forgive any'un for the simplest an' bloody stupidest o' things.
Ye tried hustlin' Latvia? ...America, yer an idiot. I mean it, lad, yer an idiot. Hustle Latvia...that's like tryin' tae hustle Scotland. Meaning it's bloody impossible. Cripes...Fine, I guess I could help ye with the money, if ye help me work aroun' the house. Think of it as 'chores'. Least ye can do...
And, we ain't having hamburgers, luv - another night, but, tonight, I'm makin' potato soup and hunter's pie. An', before ye even try tae think o' sayin it - no, I don't cook like me idiot li'l brother.
~Ciara K. O'Hara
