Disclaimer: Don't own anything but Nikki.
A/N: So, darkdestiney2000 made me realize that some of you readers, who haven't read I Wish It Would Rain or What Becomes of The Broken Hearted, don't know who Nikki is. Basically, she's the girl OC from there. She and Jack are pretty oblivious to sexual tension but they got over that and are like a normal couple now. Don't know what else to tell ya about her, but yeah. Wanna learn more about her? Read those two stories if you like, IWIWR before though, since WBOTBH is the sequel. Wow, those are ugly letters scrunched together. Okay, enough story pimping.
This chapter is pretty damn long, and I'm sorry about that, but I think you guys would like it. Well, hopefully you guys will. Loved that there are Black Donnellys' fans in this fandom, and please give feedback on what you like about it so far, and if I should keep going. So, reviews please?
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The four Donnellys' and Bobby looked down at the flat haired, dirty blonde boy, whose face was basically stuck to the wooden bar, beer melding Jack's cheek to the surface of it.
Bobby gave a laugh, and all Donnellys' had their arms crossed, wondering what they were to do with the boy, who was the second person knocked out in their bar, sleeping right next to Joey "Ice Cream."
Turning around, Bobby saw Nikki playing with the beer caps, as she held her head up with the palm of her hand, her cheek scrunched upward.
"You all right, Nick? You straight?" Bobby asked, and Nikki looked up.
"I'm good," Nikki replied. She drank two shots less than Jack, and was way smaller than he was, confusing everyone beyond belief to why Nikki wasn't the one passed out. "Where can I sleep?"
The boys looked around. Kevin and Tommy looking confused to where she actually could sleep, as Bobby, Jimmy, and Sean just looking glazed over.
Pursing her lips, while looking at them, feeling sorry for how un-useful they were, she herself, looked around. "You know what? Here," Nikki stood up, gaining her balance for a second, and put away all the balls, as she crawled onto the pool table. "Have a good night, boys."
"That's hot," Sean mumbled, and Bobby exhaled through his nose, looking over at Sean. "Well, you know, I mean it's not so hot because it's like your little sister, but I mean it's just hot… in general. And well..."
"Just give it up, Seanie," Tommy advised.
Sean cleared his throat and Bobby looked back at Nikki, who went into fetal position, and fell asleep in a few minutes.
"Okay. So this one," Bobby said, punching Jack in the arm. Bobby sighed in defeat as Jack didn't move an inch.
"Well, if that didn't do it," Jimmy muttered.
But slowly enough, Jack started to move, and face scrunched in. Lifting his head, and touching his arm, he moaned, "Did someone just punch me?"
"Nope," Bobby answered, with a smile. "Get to bed."
Looking around, Jack asked, "Where?" Bobby shrugged, "Bobby."
"Really, I don't know where, Jackie," Bobby said, sitting down at the bar, finishing up Jack's beer.
"Can I sleep there?" Jack asked, pointing to the pool table.
"Nikki's there," Bobby said, as if he was stupid.
"I know," Jack replied. "I wanna wake up next to Nikki."
Kevin and Tommy looked at each other, and Kevin muttered, "Well, that's kinda cute."
"Nope, you're gonna break it," Bobby shook his head. Sighing, Jack took four chairs from one of the tables, and laid it beside the pool table. "Great, so when she wakes up in the morning she's going to step off, not see you, and step right on your crotch." Sitting up and looking at Bobby, Jack got up to move his chairs a little farther from the table.
"Where are you gonna sleep, Bobby?" Sean asked, and Bobby slapped the bar.
Tommy smirked, "As always."
"We'll see you tomorrow?" Kevin asked, and Bobby nodded.
Throwing Bobby the keys, Jimmy followed the boys as they filed out of the bar, "Lock up for me, Mercer?"
"No problem, Jimmy," Bobby said, waving a last goodbye, and climbing onto the bar, laying down on his back, as he sighed with satisfaction feeling his first day was nice, but knew that tomorrow the Donnelly drama would probably start up again.
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Scrunching her nose and moaning as she tightly shut her eyes, Nikki slowly opened one of them, grimacing from the incoming sunlight. Furrowing her eyebrows, Nikki slowly sat up, holding her forehead in hangover pain.
Feeling the felt of the pool table, Nikki turned around to see Bobby sleeping on his back on the bar, snoring like a madman. One guy sleeping with his cheek on the bar. Confused, Nikki asked, "Jack?"
"Mm," Nikki heard Jack moan at the sound of his name. A moan of deep excruciating hangover pain. She chuckled, and looked over to her left to see Jack sprawled across chairs. "Please don't step on my crotch." With that, Nikki laughed, climbing off the table, and kneeling next to Jack. Opening his eyes, and lazily smiling at her, he mumbled, "Good morning." Nikki said it back, as Jack leaned forward, kissing her lightly, then pulled away, to knock out again.
Shaking her head, and rolling her eyes at him, Nikki stood up, kicking bottles slightly as they rolled around on the floor. Walking past the unknown person, she couldn't seem to remember at the moment. Nikki cocked her head to right staring at the guy, wondering if she should wake him up.
"To wake up a complete stranger," Nikki asked herself, in the bar with sleeping people. "Yeah, shouldn't even have to think about it, do ya?" Nikki mumbled, walking over to Bobby, and poking him in the arm. With no reaction, Nikki shrugged, throwing her fist right into Bobby. Sitting up in a jolt, Bobby's eyes fluttered open, and shot a glare at Nikki.
"What the fuck you doin, huh?" Bobby asked, and Nikki sat down on a stool.
"What we doin' today, Bobby?" Nikki asked, starting to gather the glasses and bottles together, separating them like an organized freak, once they were all piled together.
"First, you're gonna help me clean up this bar," Bobby said, jumping behind it, and throwing her a rag.
"You gonna pay me?" Nikki said, holding the rag in her hand, in the air.
"Not a chance," Bobby muttered, with a little boy grin.
"Then I gather the shit, and you wipe everything off," Nikki threw the rag back into Bobby's face. Nikki hopped off the stool, and started from one side of the room in her mission to gather the millions of bottles scattered around in the cluttered bar.
Smirking, Bobby slammed the palm of his hand against the wood, and the unknown guy sat up quickly. He smiled at Bobby, "Bobby! How ya doin?"
"Joey Ice Cream. I'm fuckin' good. How's it with you?" Bobby asked, wiping away with his rag.
"I'm good, Bobby. I'm good." Joey nodded, and looked around, "I don't remember anything that happened last night."
"Can't say I'm surprised," Bobby said, and Nikki caught eye contact with Joey Ice Cream.
"Nice nickname," Nikki said, and Joey grinned at her.
"Lay off, Joey," Bobby warned, and Joey put a hand up.
"It was just a friendly smile, Bobby. Nothin to worry about," Joey said in defense, knowing how Bobby was. "What's your name?"
"Nikki," She answered, and pointed at Jack. "That's Jack over there. Call him fairy. He likes it."
"Watch over her. I'm gonna go get some breakfast and call up Jimmy," Bobby said, and pointed a finger at Joey. "No funny stuff. She'll kick your ass if you touch her."
"Did I meet you last night?" Joey asked after Bobby closed the door, and Nikki sat on a stool.
Nikki shrugged, "I think so. But I don't remember talkin' to you. I just remember talkin' to the Donnelly brother with curly hair. Kevin, I think he is."
"Yeah, that's Kevin." Joey sat up straight, and leaned towards Nikki. "You know about the brothers? I love those brothers. They're like family to me. I wish I had brothers like them."
Nikki shook her head, "Nope, they're all still a mystery to me."
"Well, Jimmy Donnelly. He's the oldest. He's the hard headed fuck up. Not a lot of people can tell Jimmy what to do. Except his mother, and that's only when she's about to beat the shit out of him," Nikki smiled at this. "He's the one with a limp. It's a really long story so I won't tell ya. Unless you wanna hear it?"
Nikki shook her head, "Maybe another time. So Jimmy is like Bobby? The oldest obnoxious big brother."
"Yeah, yeah. Like Bobby, that's why they get along so well. Only Jimmy isn't the care taker like Bobby is. That's Tommy. The second oldest. Tommy is always lookin' out for his brothers, no matter what it is, no matter what he has to give up, always comes running for them. I think he likes dealing with their shit. He feels a little empty if he has to actually worry about himself," Joey said, obviously enjoying the story telling. "You know Jenny?"
Nikki shook her head, "No, is that Tommy's girlfriend?"
"She should be. You'll meet Jenny later," Joey said, and continued to the third brother. "Now Kevin. Kid thinks he's lucky. For some weird reason he thinks he's the luckiest person in the world. Always loses, though. But still thinks he's lucky."
"Hm," Nikki raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, no one understands it except Kevin," Joey shrugged. "Now Sean. He's the baby of the family. I'm sure you met him. He probably hit on you. Can't really stay mad at Sean, though. If you were a boy, I'd tell ya to never let your girlfriend by him. He'd snatch them from under you. He wouldn't even mean to. It's just how Sean is."
"Oh wait. It's coming back to me now. I remember everything from last night now," Nikki put her index finger in the air, and then turned around to the sound of the door opening, Joey and Nikki stared at Bobby.
"Forget it, come with me. We'll go eat breakfast at the restaurant," Bobby said, pointing his thumb out the door. Hopping off the chair to wake Jackie up, Nikki complained for Jack to wake the fuck up as he leaned on her, walking off his sleepiness. "You coming Joey?" Bobby asked, and Joey thought.
"Yeah, I guess I could," Joey said, walking quickly out the door.