Brian knocked on the front door of Sheelagh and Des's flat. While he was waiting for Des to open the door he was trying to calm himself down so he didn't thump the bloke in the street.
"What do you want?" Des asked when he opened the door.
"Sheelagh's stuff, and a word with you." Brian said before pushing past Des and walking into the hallway. "I'm going to get some of Sheelagh's clothes." Brian walked into the bedroom and got a bag from Sheelagh's wardrobe then started filling it with her clothes. Des walked in.
"What have I done?" he asked, he had had a few to drink since Sheelagh had left.
"You slapped her, she has a red mark on her face." Brian replied angrily.
"Oh, that." Des sounded so off-hand that it made Brian flip. He turned round and pinned Des against the wall.
"Now listen to me," Brian said venomously, "I promised Sheelagh I wouldn't do anything stupid, and anyway, I don't want to get blood on any of Sheelagh's clothes. But if you touch her again, I'll kill you!" He let Des go and turned back to packing Sheelagh's things. It took Des another couple of minutes to realise that Brian was packing more than one night's clothes.
"Why that much clothes?" Des asked.
"You think I'm going to let her back here with you now I know that you will hit her?" Brian started at him in disbelief.
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Back at Patrick's, Sheelagh was in Patrick's arms and they were kissing. Sheelagh gently pulled away. They settled back into the sofa together.
"You know what you said the other day about me choosing?" Sheelagh started.
"Yeah."
"You wouldn't ditch me, would you?"
"Never. I promise."
"Even if Des plays dirty?"
Patrick sat up suddenly, dislodging Sheelagh.
"Are you saying you want to be with me rather than Des?"