Murphy raised his glass high in the air. "Here's to Sara, the best angel, and honorary saint there ever was. May yer retirement be everything ya hoped and more." He downed the shot and set the glass upside down with a light bang.
Sara and Connor gave a "cheers" and did the same. Mary left her shot untouched.
"Especially since yer leaving me with that fucker as me only backup." Connor added with a grin.
"Hey," Murphy waved his finger in Connor's face. "I have never let ya down, and I'm not about to fucking start now. So be nice."
Connor swatted Murphy's hand away and reached for his beer. "Now it's my turn for a toast." He pushed back his chair and stood up.
Sara laughed and rolled her eyes. Both Connor and Murphy were well on their way to being drunk. And she wasn't far off either. Thankfully they had decided to celebrate her 'retirement' in the confines of the apartment rather than out on the town.
"Here's to the woman we love, safe at home at night and out of harms way!"
"Aye, I'll drink to that."
"Murphy right now you'll drink to just about anything." Sara sipped her beer all the while grinning like a complete moron.
"I'll drink to that as well," Murphy said with a laugh and leaning so far back in his chair that he almost fell over, but Mary reached out and caught the back of the chair.
"Murph, you might want to slow down a bit."
"Aw come on Mary, we're just getting started." Murphy grabbed a slice of pizza from the box in the center of the table. "But ya haven't touched yer drink all night."
Mary sat back in her seat. "I'm just not in the mood tonight."
"But we're celebrating. Ya don't drink ya end up brining down the whole party." Murphy pushed her glass into her hand.
"I said," Mary yanked her arm away and the glass toppled off the table onto the floor making a mess of broken glass and spilt beer, "I'm not in the mood."
"Fuck Mary, is it that time of the month or something?"
"Fuck you Murphy." Mary stood and walked into the living room. The front door was heard opening and closing.
Murphy got up to follow her, but Sara grabbed his arm. "After that I don't think she's going to want to talk to you right now."
"But I don't even know what's fucking wrong…"
"I'll talk to her." Sara indicated the mess on the floor, "you and Connor can clean that up. I think this celebration has come to an end."
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Mary sat on the steps and leaned her head against the bars of the railing.
"Mind if I sit?"
"Go right ahead." Mary scooted over allowing Sara to sit down next to her.
"So what was all that about?"
"Nothing."
"Mary I know we're all a bit drunk, not including you of course, but that was no reason to snap at him…"
"Sara it is something that I can only talk to Murphy about, okay. So just leave well enough alone."
"But I'm guessing you don't want to talk to him right now."
Mary nodded.
"Okay." Sara gave her a pat on the shoulder and stood back up. "Just talk to him soon though. When things go unsaid for too long you push the other person farther away and lose precious time."
Mary scoffed. "And when did you become the expert?"
"When I let my fears keep from Connor, and when I thought I might lose him when he got shot, even if it was just his arm. But life is too short and precious, especially when the men we love are facing death on a regular basis, to let stupid little things like a drunken 'are you on your period comment' get to you."
Sara turned to go back into the apartment but stopped when she heard Mary mumble something. "Sorry, I didn't catch that."
Mary looked up at Sara, her face scared. "I said, not when your period is a week late."
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"So what do ya think their talkin' 'bout out there?"
"No idea." Connor was in the process of sweeping up the broken glass. "Are ya sure ya haven't done anything recently that would have her mad at ya?"
"Positive. I mean ya she's been acting a little moodier than usual, but I figured that was because she was on her period."
Connor rolled his eyes as he dumped the broken glass into the bin. He grabbed at rag off the counter and tossed it at Murphy. "Maybe that's the problem. Yer not sensitive enough to her female needs. Ya can't go around blaming everything that a woman does out of the ordinary on her period."
"Well a whole lot fucking easier than admitting I've done something wrong. Especially when I haven't." Murphy began to wipe up the spilt beer. "Besides, that is the most obvious reason I can think of, I mean she hasn't let me touch in three days.'
"Murphy MacManus, have you finally worn a woman out and made her sick of ya?" Connor laughed, only to be hit in the face with a beer sopped rag. "Hey."
"Shut yer fucking mouth ya dumb fuck. Just cause ya and Sara are still in the lovey dovey part of yer relationship. Don't go around pretending to know anything 'bout mine."
"Christ Murph, I was fucking kidding."
"Yeah, well stop. I'm not in the fucking mood. Something is up with me girl, and I want to know what."
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Author's Note: Well if that isn't obvious I don't know what is. Still, I should have fun with this new plot twist. So let me know what you think. Come on people, I want, no I need, reviews! I'm feeling neglected and ignored. I know my updates are farther between but that's cause of school, and I'm sick at the moment. But don't worry, they will keep coming.