I Never…

-Ryley's POV-

Connor and I walked hand in hand through the dark, chilly night, and I was unsure of where he was leading me to. Pretty soon we were at a bridge that overlooked the Charles River Basin. The sight was absolutely beautiful and breathtaking. I gasped and smiled widely at the sight before me. Never had I seen such a serene outlook on our dirty little section of Boston. Connor wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his head onto my shoulder.

"D' ya like it?" He asked.

"Do I ever," I smiled. "It's simply amazing. Beautiful. Bellissima." Connor's face lit up with great surprise.

"Ya speak Italian?" He asked.

"More than just that," I led on. I looked up into his gorgeous eyes and saw that sweet sparkle I'd come to adore. Something in me snapped, and I forced my lips onto his. Pretty soon we were in a whirlwind make out session and I could feel a little protrudance in his pants. I pulled away and caught my breath. "Maybe we should get back to the bar," I suggested. He had a sad, yet seductive sparkle to his eyes.

"Alrigh'," He agreed, taking my hand and lacing our fingers together. The walk to the bar was quiet, but the smiles gracing our faces every time we locked eyes could light up the dark streets we were walking down. Soon the door to the bar was in front of us and Connor opened it to allow me to walk in. Once inside, he took off my coat, hung both his and ours up, and gave me a quick little peck on the cheek. I heard a loud throat clearing and turned to see Moira waving at us before she crossed her arms over her chest. As we approached she gave me the all too familiar 'What were YOU two doing?' look like she always did. A blush crept onto my cheeks and a light smile followed.

"Well, it's good ta see ya again, Ryley," Murphy teased as Connor and I slid into the booth.

"You too, Murph." I smiled. Connor slid his arm around my shoulders as we settled into the booth.

"Ry, why are ya blushin?" Moira asked, a smirk playing upon her lips. I had no idea my cheeks were a bright shade of pink until she said something, and then I felt them begin to burn up. My shoulders went up in an automatic defensive position.

"I…It's cold out, even for spring! Why are YOURS so red?" I retaliated. Moira gave me a startled look.

"He was playin' wit my hair!" She defended. I watched Connor and Murphy exchange amused glances as the table grew awkwardly quiet. I all but leapt out of my seat.

"I need a beer—Who wants a beer? Anyone want a beer? I need a beer," I said, ranting as walking away. Moira hopped off of Murphy's lap and followed me towards the bar top.

"I'll help you carry 'em," She said. "I wan' another sho'. Connor? Murph? Wan' another? I'm getting' sho's." I ordered four beers and was leaning up against the counter, waiting for the drinks when she asked for eight shots of Jameson. "Soooo… wha' did you two ge' up to?" She asked, smirking at me. The blush returned, full vengeance.

"Well, we went for a walk, and he showed me the most beautiful spot in this city that I've ever seen." I responded.

"More beau'iful than tha' time we saw the nake', passed out stripper in the alley with the gian' sausage hanging ou' his pants?" Moira teased. I smirked, remembering that morning fondly. One of the rare days off we had together.

"Bev, of course it was. It was a natural beauty. Not like finding a short, Hispanic stripped who actually has a decent sized piece of man meat." I retorted. "Then, we kissed, and walked back here hand in hand."

"I think you're fallin' for 'im," Bev smiled.

"Oh, and like you're not falling for Murphy?" I smirked. She instantly became quiet. "Sooooo…. Wha' did you two ge' up to?" I asked, mimicking her.

"We were jus' talkin' and then he star'ed playin' wit' my hair and t'en we shared this... intense look. And he sai' he luvs my hair because it catches his attention." I watched her smile lightly and start to play with her own hair as she remembered his touch. The bartender was finally done with our order and put it on a tray we carried back to the booth. I slid in next to Connor and took our beers off the tray. I then grabbed our shots, Moira grabbed the drinks for her and Murphy, and tossed the tray on the floor.

"So….." Connor said. Murphy shrugged, and I took a sip of the foam on the top of my beer.

"I'm gonna sound like a bitch here, but we're gonna play 'I never' so we can get to know each other better. Drink when you've done what the person says they've never done. Got it?" I instructed. "Moira, you start." She just gave me a blank look.

"Uh… I never star'ed singin' in public and had an audience crowd aroun' me." She said, smirking at me evilly. I gave her a glare as I took a swig of my beer. Murphy looked at me in surprise and Connor gave me a puzzled look. I sighed heavily and began to twiddle my thumbs.

"I… uh… I'm musically gifted, I guess you could say. I like singing, and one day Bev and I were walking through this cute little square in downtown, and there was a song playing from a car stuck in traffic. I started singing along, and soon a crowd formed around me cuz they liked how I sang." I confessed. "Connor, your turn." Connor thought for a long, hard minute.

"I never," He began, smiling widely. "I never locked myself ou' of my 'ouse in not'in but a towel." Murphy got an all too angry look on his face, I shook my head, grinning, and Moira gave Murphy an 'Oh really? This ought to be good' look. Murphy pointed a finger at Connor.

"If yer gonna tell tha' story, ya have ta tell i' right!" Murphy exclaimed. "Ya tricked me inta goin' out there in jus' a towel!"

"He still put it in the form of 'I never', Murphy. You gotta take a drink." I smirked. He gave me a 'What the hell?' look as Moira pushed his beer towards him. "Okay, my turn…" I sat for a minute, thinking about what it is I could pin on Moira. "I never went out a fire escape naked, while drunk, to scream to the world, 'I am woman, hear me bitch!'." Moira simply scratched the back of her head, grabbed her shot, and turned away from everyone. She took the shot, and set the glass on the table like nothing had happened. We all looked at her, expecting an explanation of the story, and she sat there quietly. After a few minutes, she blew up.

"What? A girl can' drink? Murph, take yer turn." She said, clearly defending herself.

"Okay, I go' the perrrfeeecccttt one too," He smirked. "I never hi' on a drag queen, took 'er to the bathroom to fuck 'er, only ta find ou' she had the wrong gender." Connor got a look of pure terror on his face, and Moira and I burst out in a fit of rather large giggles. Moira set her hand on Connor's, and patted it a few times.

"It's okay, I've done ta same t'ing," She smirked. "Only, I knew he had a dick!" Connor took both of his shots.

"I don' want ta talk abou' it." He stated quietly. I snuggled up into him, and he held me tight. At this point, I had finished my beer, and both my shots, and simply began to observe. The bar was full tonight, people coming, going, then coming back again. There were groups of old friends sitting at the bar top, laughing and smiling, then there were couples just getting to know each other like we were. I focused my attention back to our booth, and everyone was talking. Connor had me in his arms and Moira was situated back in Murphy's lap and they were all talking and laughing about lord knows what. I just smiled, closed my eyes, and nuzzled myself further into Connor's chest, welcoming the sleep that was approaching.