KZOMBI3: HEY ALL! BRAND NEW CHAPTER! WOOT WOOT! HOPE YOU ALL LIKE! ENJOY! So sorry for the long wait for the newest chapter. Been very very busy with school and getting over a sick bug :( BUT IM ALL BETTER! NOW NJOY DAMNIT! :3

DISCLAIMER: I am too lazy to type everything again... look at all the other chapters... I OWN NO-ONE! EXCEPT: TEAGAN, RANSOM, RINGO AND ANYONE ELSE MADE UP! (NOT from the movies, thank ye!)


CHAPTER 7: 40oz. o' Vodka... Yumm!

Ever since that day; what? 2 weeks ago: Liam had asked me on a date, I agreed and thought hey, free drinks and food. Little did I know that I would kind-a-sort-a like him…though, not as much as I liked, maybe even loved, Murphy.

Being a woman has its moments where it sucks. Like why can't woman, once she finds her soul mate and the love of her life, be happy and content without having some muscle headed-jack wagon, asshole of a male come by and hit on her for everything she is worth! Thus, causing her perfect, solid relationship to become rocky and on the brink of shattering into a million tiny pieces?
Actually, that isn't her fault…its MEN! It's men's fault! Ahem, moving on.

So, everyday after Liam came barging to our door, Ransom and I would go over to the twin's place to check to see if the boys were back yet. Our idea of checking on them consisted on whether or not we were in the mood to move around or not, and if by some chance we did get off our lazy asses, we'd head over, knock on the door and wait. Oh yes, so fun. NOT!
Though, every time we went and checked, there were no twins. Not even a hint or a sign of Romeo either. Something was up.

Ransom's birthday came and passed quickly, still no boys…boring.

I had saved up enough money, and after paying off all the bills for the month I decided that we should buy Conner and Murphy some cell phones. Ya know, to keep in touch the next time they decide to ditch us. We can bug them and spam their phones now :] GENIUS!

I went out while Eric was a work late, and bought them some decent phones, nice too though. I programmed my number and Ransom's into the new devices and even uploaded funny pictures I figured they would enjoy. Some ringtones too. Because most already programmed tones suck and are sooooooo annoying.
I wrapped them and then pushed each box underneath my bed with my foot before running into the living area where Eric was and we headed out to the bar.

It was the day before St. Patty's Day; the most kickass Irish holiday EVER! Saint Patrick's Day that is...Eric and I made our way slowly down the sidewalk towards Doc's pub. I pushed the "End" button on my phone and sighed.

"Hmm?"
"Nothin', Kayk and Larry are 'busy' tonight…they're not gonna join us."
"…what 'bout Liam?" Ransom asked slowly.
I knew he didn't actually want him to go with us, (I knew he was just being nice) and to be honest I didn't either. I don't even know why we were dating. Actually, I don't even think we are. I mean we'll give each other a kiss on the cheek every now and then…yes he wants more, but I just don't see him like that. Not to mention, I have a bad feeling about him. So the more time we're away from him the better.

"Nahh, I don't want to see him…ever." I grinned wickedly at him, "Unless it's at the end of my barrel. Does that make me a bad person?"
"OF COURSE! But luckily fer ye T, I just happen te know how te cure ye of it!" He winked at me, and I knew he was thinking the exact same thing.

"No of course it doesn't make you a bad person. You're wonderful, don't worry or think about him. We'll talk about it later. NOW! We need te go a drink!" he wrapped his arm around my shoulders in a caring fashion.
"I can't wait to see Doc's face when we tell him we're legal now," I laughed as we picked up our pace a bit.

XXX

"So Ransom, I was thinkin'…"
"Yeah?" He lit a smoke in the bar. Our table was towards the back, a booth. The worn green leather underneath our bums and the back of our legs was cool and warm to the touch at the same time. The brass and frosted glass light hanging above us had just recently been polished, for it still smelled of cleaner. It was a busy night, but no where near what it will look like tomorrow night.
"…about ye and yer dating."

"WHAT?"
"Yeah, I mean; are there any guys out there tha' ye want te shag-n-snog?" I raised my eyebrows and winked at my best friend.
He nearly spit his entire drink onto me and the nicely cleaned lights hanging low above the table. I couldn't help but feel bad, seeing as they were just cleaned.

"Umm, NO!" he wiped his face with the back of his hand, "Not yet, really…I mean yeah, but no. There is this one guy who I realllllllly want to, ahem do the dirty with-"
I answered simply, "Conner," before taking a sip of my drink casually, finishing it.
"HOW'D YE KNOW?" I shrugged, "GET OUTTA MY HEAD WOMAN!"
We laughed.
"HEY DOC! Another round o' drinks," I called out to our friend.
"I-I-I told ye, not till yer FUCK ASS old enough!" Doc yelled back.
"Oh, don't ye worry old man…"
"…we're legal now!" Ransom finished as we put our heads together and held up our now changed I.D. grinning from ear to fucking ear.

"So…I'd like a Dr. Pepper an vodka-," I began but was of course, cut off by Ransom, "And some tequila…please." He smiled, batting his eyelashes. I smacked myself in the forehead, and shook my head, 'Oh dear…really Ransom?'
Doc looked at us wearily and shook his head, moving around to pick up all the empty and abandoned glasses from tables no longer occupied.

"Yes, yes old man, we're legal now we are," Ransom smiled widely at the bar-keeper.
"Aye…I'll be right back."
"Aye," we replied in unison.

We waited, sitting there a good five minutes waiting on our friend and long awaited drinks, but hey; we didn't care. We were having a blast just talking and people watching in our tipsy stage, all the many different people that come into a bar on a Friday night…man, it was going to rock tomorrow night. We were excited to say the least.

We were so emersed in our conversation about whether or not the movie "Taken" was even worth watching.
"OMGOSH NO! URGH, gawd awful movie if there were ever a one!" I retorted, my English accent mixing very thick with my Irish one.
Eric snorted into his tequila, most likely laughing at my voice and facial expressions.

"I don't know T, I'd hafta disagree. It was a horrible movie, yeah, but the concept is key yeah?" A familiar voice called out to me from the left. He pulled up a seat and sat down, the backing of the chair between his distressed blue-jean clad legs.

"What the fuck-?" I slowly turned to face our new arrival. Beautiful blue eyes, matching my own, shone brightly at me. They danced as he gave a hearty, deep playful laugh. I couldn't help but to melt.
"M-Murphy?" He flashed a smile. His face was all scratched up and bandaged; very shitty too, "What happened to ye?" I stood up rapidly, knocking my chair out from under me, only to have it fall to the floor with a clatter. Luckily, the bar was so loud, no one else seemed to have noticed except for Ransom.
I intended not to break my gaze with my crush. Murphy then just smiled and…disappeared.

"HOLY FUCK!"
"What Teagan-!"
"WHERE'D HE GO!"
"Who-?"
"Murphy. MURPHY! He was JUST there," I pointed to the empty seat next to me, "Sitting there, talking to me…" Ransom stared at me long and hard.
"Teagan, are ye ok?"
I was silent a moment, "I don't know anymore…C'MON!"
"C'mon! C'mon what? Where are we going?" He questioned as we left money for Doc and then bolted out of the bar and took off down the streets of South Boston.

XXX

We came up to an older building area of South Boston, the general area of our new home. The cars rushed past us without even giving us a second thought, or looking back to see if we were ok, as we clumsily, yet quickly, made our way across the street. Our feet led us to the apartment complex directly opposite of our own. We knew our way perfectly through the apartment complexes floor plans like the back of our hands. Cliché, I know.

"The twins, T?"
I remained silent, nodding that I had indeed heard him, just didn't say a thing.
"Shh, now c'mon. I want te know if they're back yet…" we walked together up to the 4th floor to the Saint's room number. I pulled out our spare key and placed it into the keyhole, hearing the soft, crisp noise it makes once it slides into place and then is turned. I pushed open the door, just wide enough to peak through.

It all seemed normal enough = at least; normal o' the twins. The couch, the color of Easter yellow, the kind that looks like lemonade; it is slightly off-centered in the middle of the room, T.V. in the corner on top of a standard TV stand, some wall decorations consisting of a few pictures (like 5) of really nothing in particular, not like the ones in our apartment; however they were really good (pictures of random abstracts, city landscapes, nice cars and religion; the usual)were lining the typical white walls. There was a balcony off of the living room area and it had drapes of creamed coffee drawn around the window = no doubt all the apartment rooms here came with them. The kitchen, being only big enough for two grown men to move around in. Two men who don't cook. There's a table with 3 chairs, all of which don't match. Altogether the apartment itself is really nice, and quite spacious; however, the fact that there are empty cigarette packs and drained beer bottles lying everywhere.

"UGH! Mannn, these guys need te fuckin' clean!" I frowned, going into the kitchen to grab a few trash bags.
"What're ye doin' T?"
"What's it look like? I'm cleanin', yeah…" I retorted, scooping the cans on the table into the black trash bag, them clanging together and making a bunch of unwanted noise. Ransom shook his head and rummaged through the cabinets until he came across something that made him let out a long, low whistle. I turned, looking in his direction, "Huh?"

His grin was ear to ear as he held up the 40oz. bottle of vodka, "C'mon Teagan…it'll be fun, make cleanin' a whole lot more te bare…"

"It ain't ours Ransom."
"So? We'll buy 'em a new bottle. PLEASE?" he pleaded and drove a hard bargain. I caved instantly and snatched the vodka from his grasp, downing the first bit.

XXX

In less than 30 minutes, we not only got nothing done except the kitchen table, but between the two of us we finished 1/3 of the bottle.

"Hmm, this is lovely Ransom…" I stumbled into the living room and landed on the couch with my best friend, who proceeded to pull out a cigarette.
"Yeah-," he agreed and passed it on. The whole time this was going on, noise upon noise was being made. So much so as to wake the 2 people passed out from exhaustion in the next room. Next thing happening, 2 full grown men, ½ clothed, burst through their bedroom door and into the living room; brandishing guns.

"HOLY SWEET MOTHER O' JESUS!" Ransom shouted frantically looking between the two of them, clutching at his heart.
I was rolling around on the couch, limp, laughing. I gazed up at the 2 men with weapons from upside down. Giggling. Teagan Finley Rueaux does. Not. Giggle.

"Hhhheeeyyyy…" a pause and then, "OH MY SWEET JESUS! MURPHY! CONNER! I'VE MISSED YE BASTARDS! Where have ye been? This place be a right bloody mess it is, ye know? I mean HONESTLY, would it kill ye two te actualy pick up yer damn mess once in a while-" I continued on with no pause for air.
The Saints sighed in relief as Murphy covered my mouth for me to stop talking now. They lowered their weapons, "Thank God we didn't pull te trigger…" Conner spoke up as they placed their guns on a shelf away from us drunks.

"Yeah, ye two'd have been gone, dead, heads blown clear off ye." Murphy continued.
I stared blankly at them before shaking my head vigorously, "NOOOOOOOYe'd have been gone sillys!"
"Huh?"
I rolled my eyes, still laughing and from the back of my jeans, attached to my watermelon colored belt, was my colt .45: handgun; pistol.

"See?" I brandished it for my boys. They both went pale, a mimicked look of fear plastered on their faces. The twins both jumped forward to me and the gun, wrestling me to the ground. Murphy had me in a sort of head lock, with my arms raised above my head, while Conner grabbed the gun, miss-fired it, disarmed it and unloaded the chamber and the mag. Once complete they sighed in relief, Murphy still holding onto me.

"We've really, REALLY missed ye two," Ransom smiled in his drunken state, completely oblivious as to what just transpired.


KZOMBI3: HEY ALL! So, yeah, it's a reallllllly short chapter, BUT! I have been sick for the past 3 weeks. NON-STOP! It is no bueno...
ALSO, I lost the rest of the writings for this chapter... and so, I will continue...with this scene and what all is going on in the next chapter... which will be posted ASAP... (MEANING LIKE SOMETIME THIS WEEK :D) BECAUSE I LOVERLY YOU LADS AND LASS' :]

HOPE YE ALL ENJOYED IT...there was waaayyyy more description than actual dialoge...hope ye guys dont mind... NTM; I'm stuck here in class typing all of this :D THATS HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU GUYS! :3

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