3rd Person's P.O.V
Every day is the same for Connor and Murphy MacManus. They get up in their illegal loft apartment, they go to Church on some days, they head to work, they come home to shower and eat then go to the same bar, night after night. Nothing spectacular, nothing noteworthy. Not until one ordinary night that came with an extraordinary surprise. The door to McGinty's bar opens. Nothing new there. Both boys look up simultaneously to see who it is. Both boys nearly drop their drink. At the door stands probably the most beautiful thing either man as ever laid eyes on and they're from Ireland. The girl stands at about 5'5, her face looks like it's too young to step foot in a bar but her body tells a whole different story. The first thing Connor MacManus notices is the girl's toned, white legs that seem to go on forever. The first thing Murphy MacManus notices is the girl's ass as she walks further into the bar. The skin tight skirt hugs her ass in the best possible way. The girl's outfit is too dressy for a place like McGinty's but she doesn't seem to care. In fact, she looks extremely comfortable, almost relieved. On further inspection the men notice her gentle curves, her long curly black hair that looks soft to touch, the pale flawlessness of her skin, her plump red lips, her high cheekbones, small nose and dark, calculating eyes bright with happiness.
She heads to the bar and Doc asks "What c…c…can I g…g…get you, lass?"
The girl opens her mouth to speak. The MacManus brothers were expecting either an American or an Irish accent to come from the girl's pretty little mouth, instead they hear an accent from the neighbouring country of their homeland, Scottish.
"Anythin' that ain't American, pal" Her voice is surprisingly gentle for an accent so rough. The Scots didn't drive fear into the hearts of their enemies because they wore paint.
Doc laughs at her words "No p..problem, lass"
Connor and Murphy exchange a look. One that has passed between them before. They get up and walk over to the girl. Standing at each side of her. The girl's eyes land on Connor first. The intensity of them make him lose his words. The colour he's seen on some Scottish people before, a mix of blue, green and brown but this girl has a ring of yellow around her pupil and something about them makes him feel like she is staring into his soul.
"Can I help ye?" She asks with a raised eyebrow
"Scottish, right?" Connor asks her. He instantly feels like an idiot.
The girl closes her eyes and a blissful smile crosses her face "Go and speak again for me" she sighs. Connor's voice seizes in his throat.
Murphy laughs, he's been enjoying watching his brother uncharacteristically fumble while talking to the beautiful girl. Connor has always been the more confident one when approaching women not that Murphy ever had problems in that area.
"And why would ya want to hear him speak?" Murphy asks her.
She looks around at Murphy surprised. Murphy notes a pink tinge cross the girl's cheeks as she looks at him. Her eyes trace his face slowly before she gives him a pretty smile and says "I just need to hear a British accent, well a British accent that's no English"
Both men laugh. Even 3000 miles away the Scots still hold a prejudice against their neighbours south of the border. Something the Irish can sympathise with.
Doc places a pint in front of the girl and her eyes lighten considerably "There ya go, lass… fuck! Ass!... a S…Scottish Brew fer ye"
The girl reaches into her bag saying "Oh, you my dear sir are a saint!" She grins and hold the ten dollar note between her index and middle fingers.
Connor grabs the girl's arm, the leather of her jacket is real "No, darlin' I'll get you this" He says with the most charming smile he can muster.
The girl doesn't hesitate to put her money away, another Scottish trait that the girl will tell you about herself. The Scottish don't like parting with money. She grins at Connor, her teeth are pearly white and straight "Aw, cheers, pal. I'm Catriona, don't call me Cat, cause I ain't a cat. You?"
Connor grins at that, the girl doesn't beat around the bush "Catriona, I like it. I'm Connor, this is ma twin brother, Murphy"
An excited grin spreads over the girls face "Connor and Murphy, I love it! Could ye get any more Irish?" She says it with such an enthusiasm that beer sloshes out of her glass and runs down her chest. She look at it surprised "Oops" She mutters
The brother's watch as the beer trickles down the white skin of her chest then disappears into her cleavage.
Murphy lets out a laugh at the look of indifference on the girl's face. Most girls would freak out that their clothes were going to stain. He leans forward onto the bar to get a better look at the girl's face.
"Scottish girl, huh?" Murphy asks. Connor asked before but she didn't conform their suspicions.
She smiles proudly "Born and Bred" She replies bringing her drink to her mouth.
"Why are ya in Boston?" Murphy asks her.
Her whole demeanour changes. The bright smile disappears and her eyes darken. Murphy had clearly touched a very sensitive nerve. "My Da brought us over when I was a teenager."
Neither Connor nor Murphy understood why immigrating to another country would cause such a reaction as the one they are witnessing.
"Why?" Connor asks
Catriona shakes her head sharply "I'd rather not say" She replies quietly.
"Why not?" Murphy asks. Both of the men are starting to feel a little concerned about the young girl between them.
She smiles gently and says "Because you won't talk to me anymore"
"Nah, lass. We promise we won' walk away" Murphy says with a grin. What could possibly be so bad that the MacManus brothers would willingly walk away from a beautiful girl without even a kiss first?
Catriona downs the rest of her pint and places the glass on the bar without even flinching. The brothers look at the girl impressed. Girl can handle her drink "Another please, pal"
Doc looks at the young girl surprised "c…c…call me Doc"
The girl grins "Nae bother, Doc"
"Here's a deal fer ya, Catriona" Murphy says, rolling the r of her name. He likes the way it sounds.
"What would tha' be?" She asks with a smirk. Murphy resists the urge to kiss her. That is one sexy smirk
"We'll buy yer drinks fer the rest of the night, if you tell us about what is so bad about yer da" Murphy says. He's getting it out of her one way or another.
Catriona laughs "You're gonna have to get me pretty wasted to reveal that to you, pal, and it is very hard to get me drunk"
Murphy and Connor exchange a grin. That is a challenge they will happily accept without complaint "Doc, give us shots over here!" Connor shouts