Somebody to Love
The bar was full of people on St. Patrick's Day. Erin, of course, was busy. Not only did Mrs. Rafferty have Erin working, but she had Bernadette working as well. Erin kept her eyes open and alert. She had a hunch that Jack Kelly would show up. Ever since the episode at the restaurant, she found herself thinking about him more often. His smile, his eyes, his body. Sometimes, Erin found herself blushing at her thoughts. Of course, she didn't tell anybody about them. It was a sin to even think her thoughts.
The night progressed without a sign of Jack Kelly. Much to Erin's dismay, she was beginning to think he wouldn't show up. After a while, she just gave up. She knew that he wouldn't show up.
Around eleven thirty, the door blew open, letting in a gust of the cold March air. Erin looked up and saw a face that she had given up on. She felt a sense of relief and smiled. Jack caught her look and grinned back.
When Jack walked into the bar, he didn't even bother looking for a table. The thing he looked forward to was seeing Erin's face. Ever since he saw her working at that restaurant, he had been anticipating coming to the bar every night. But of course, that didn't happen.
He made his way to the bar to Erin. He had seen the look of anticipation on her face and he himself was feeling that same anticipation.
"Hey," he said calmly to her. She smiled back and handed a customer a pint.
"Hi," she said back. She smiled at him. He felt his insides melt at her smile.
"What time do ya get off of work tonight?" he asked. She blushed and bit her lip.
"I-I don't know," she stuttered. He smiled. He thought it was adorable the way he made her nervous.
Just as she was about to tell him that she wouldn't be able to make it, Mrs. Rafferty walked by.
"Go ahead, McCoushle. I won't tell a soul," she whispered, as she picked a glass up. Erin smiled and looked at her as she walked away.
"Jack, I'm actually off now," she said. Jack beamed at her.
"You wanna go take a walk?" he asked. He hoped he didn't sound desperate. God, why was he scrutinizing over everything he said to this girl?
"Sure," she said. "Let me just go get my coat," she said, while putting down the rag that had been on her shoulder. She walked from the bar to a back room, getting her coat.
"Let's go," she said, while he held the door open.
A/N: I know, a short little chapter that is soon to be followed. The song title "Somebody