'Ye look horrible.'

'I feel horrible.'

Murphy looked down at his sick wife. Emily had her head in his lap. Her eyes were bloodshot, her skin was white. Murphy's never seen her so sick before.

'Mur…' Emily began, but she was rudely interrupted. She began coughing violently.

'Shh…' whispered Murphy, stroking Emily's hair, 'it's okay, Em. I got ye.'

'Medicine…' moaned Emily between coughs, 'baby…'

Murphy slowly moved Emily. He got up.

'I'll be right back, baby,' he said, kissing Emily's forehead.

'Okay,' moaned Emily.

Murphy opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed some Buckley's. He walked into the bedroom and handed it to Emily.

'Here,' he said, 'take this.'

Emily took the medicine. She cringed slightly as it went down her throat.

'Sorry,' she coughed, 'for being sick.'

'Don't apologize,' said Murphy, 'it's not yer fault.'

'What happened last night?' asked Emily as Murphy gently set her head in his lap again.

'I suggest ye ask Isabelle, Sweetie Pie,' said Murphy, 'she recorded everything.'

'Where is she?' asked Emily, placing a hand on her forehead, 'ow, my head…'

'She's out with Rocco right now, honey,' said Murphy.

'Ow, my head…' moaned Emily, 'it hurts…'

'Shh…' whispered Murphy, kissing Emily's forehead, 'better?'

Emily nodded slowly.

'Ye wanna go check on yer sister, Honey Bear?' asked Murphy.

'I'll try,' whispered Emily.

'Come on,' said Murphy, gently scooping Emily up in his arms, 'let's go check on her.'

Meanwhile

'That's it, Baby Girl. Tha more toxins ye get out tha better you'll feel. Let it out.'

Rebecca vomited violently in her bucket. Connor held her hair and rubbed her back.

'That's it, sweetie,' he coaxed, 'let it out.'

Rebecca heaved harder than she's ever heaved before. She felt like she was going to throw up her whole stomach.

'That's it,' baby,' said Connor, 'you got this.'

Rebecca finally stopped. She leaned back against the pillows, sobbing.

Connor wrinkled his nose as he changed the bag in the bucket. He walked back into the bedroom and lay down next to Rebecca, snuggling her close to him.

'Baby, I don't feel well…' moaned Rebecca.

'I know ye don't, baby,' said Connor, 'I know ye don't.'

Rebecca buried her face in Connor's neck. Her stomach hurt and she was in a lot of pain.

'Yer sweaty, baby,' said Connor.

'No shit, Sherlock,' said Rebecca.

Connor chuckled.

Murphy knocked on the door.

'Come in!' called Connor.

'Ow,' whimpered Rebecca.

Murphy opened the door. He was carrying a very sick Emily in his arms along with a bucket for her to puke in.

'Hey, guys,' said Connor.

'Em wanted ta check on 'er sister,' said Murphy.

'She's not well,' moaned Rebecca, 'fuck…'

Murphy gently sat down at the edge of the bed. He set Emily in his lap, stroking her hair.

'I feel like someone is stabbing hot knives into my stomach…' moaned Rebecca, putting her head in Connor's lap, 'fuck…'

'I feel like someone's jack hammering my head…' moaned Emily.

'Well, I think ye both need ta cut down on yer alcohol,' said Murphy, 'especially on St. Paddy's.'

'Yer both as green as yer hair,' said Connor, 'yer both really hungover.'

'I haven't felt like this since that college party…' groaned Emily, 'that was two years ago…'

'Maybe ye shouldn't have whiskey anymore, Emykins,' said Murphy, 'I don' want ye or Rebecca dyin' o' alcohol poisoning.'

'I still want it,' said Emily, 'I just shouldn't drink so much.'

Rebecca groaned and grabbed her bucket. She proceeded to throw up again.

Connor rubbed Rebecca's back, comforting her in Gaelic. Emily looked at her sister with sad eyes.

'What's tha matter, baby?' asked Murphy.

'Twin Telepathy,' whispered Emily, 'I can feel Rebecca's pain.'

'I can feel yours, too,' panted Rebecca between heaves, 'I can…'

Rebecca vomited violently. Murphy wrinkled his nose.

'Fuck, that stinks…' he said, 'fuck…'

Rebecca flipped Murphy off between heaves. She felt awful.

After she was done, Connor changed the bag again. He walked in with a glass of water for her.

'I hate seein' ye like this, Becca-Bear,' he said, stroking Rebecca's hair, 'you look horrible.'

'Fuck you, Connor,' said Rebecca.

'I think we should all cut back on drinking,' said Emily.

'I agree,' said Rebecca, 'I'm sick of being sick.'

'I just realized something,' said Emily.

'What's that?' asked Murphy.

'We're a lot alike,' said Emily, 'couples wise, I mean.'

'What do you mean?' asked Connor.

'Rebecca's a lot like you, Connor,' said Emily, 'she's got your personality. She's like you only French and female.'

'I never thought o' it that way…' said Connor quietly.

'You two have the same habits,' said Emily, 'it's like a part of you is inside of her.'

'That's true now that I really think about it,' said Rebecca, 'it's like he and I were meant for each other.'

'Same with me and Murphy,' said Emily, 'he and I are so similar. It's as if we were made for each other, which is why we click so much.'

Murphy smiled at Emily. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, smiling.

Suddenly, the door opened. It was Isabelle.

'Hey, everyone,' she said softly, 'how are you feeling?'

'We're fine,' said Connor, 'these two, not so much.'

Isabelle looked at her sick cousins. She sighed.

'You two did a lot of drinking last night,' she said, 'a lot of drinking.'

'I feel like I got run over by a truck, a bus, and a train,' moaned Emily.

'Ditto,' said Rebecca.

'You remember what you did last night?' asked Isabelle as she walked into the room followed by Rocco.

'No,' said Emily, 'neither of us remember a thing.'

'Well, I recorded what happened,' said Isabelle, holding up a DVD, 'you wanna watch it?'

Both twins nodded.

Isabelle put the DVD into the DVD player. She grabbed the remote and pressed play.

'Is this the start of the night?' asked Emily.

'Yup,' said Isabelle, 'just watch.'

Emily was sitting at the bar drinking her first Jack & Coke. Murphy was kissing her neck and stroking her hair as she sipped, laughing and giggling.

'You were feeling a bit buzzed,' said Isabelle, 'Murphy made sure your drinks were loaded with whiskey. He wanted to see if your clothes fell off.'

Emily watched the DVD closely. Isabelle followed everyone's antics, including Michael and Jane.

'Let's fast forward,' said Isabelle, 'you each had seven drinks.'

'LET'S GET WASTED!'

'Oh, fuck…' groaned Rebecca.

They watched the DVD from beginning to end. It cut out when Emily and Rebecca fell off the stage. Both twins were in shock.

'That's what we did?' said Emily, her face whiter than it was before.

Isabelle and Rocco nodded. Emily hid her face in embarrassment, along with Rebecca.

'Well, I think these two need rest,' said Murphy, 'come on.'