McGinty's Pub

'WHAT UP, MCGINTY'S?'

Everyone cheered and applauded as we walked inside. I decided to wear my black skinny jeans, my white t-shirt that said KISS ME I'M…PRETENDING TO BE IRISH, and my silver stiletto heels. Jane had made me a veil so I decided to wear that, too. Tonight's forecast is a shit-show with a chance of hilarity.

'Guys!' said Stephen, 'it's so nice to see you!'

'Hi, Stephen!' I said, waving to him.

'What brings you guys here?' asked James.

'We are celebrating,' said Murphy.

'Oh?' said Joey, 'what are you celebrating?'

'An engagement,' said Connor, smiling at me, 'my engagement.'

Everyone broke into applause again. I smiled. Connor's buddies loved me, and I loved them back.

'T-T-T-T-This is w-w-w-w-w-wonderful news!' said Doc, 'FUCK! ASS!'

'Yes, it is, Doc,' I said, smiling at Connor, 'yes, it is.'

'Don't get too drunk, Rebecca,' scolded Randy, 'we don't want you getting sick.'

I snorted.

'Please!' I said, 'you're looking at the girl who could out-drink her guy friends in high school and college!'

'Oh?' said Murphy, 'could ye now? Well, yer lookin' at someone who can out-drink everyone in this bar!'

'Oh?' I said, 'well, why don't we make it a game? We get drunk, and whoever pukes first loses.'

Murphy smirked.

'Deal.'

Everyone whooped and hollered as Murphy and I sat down. We smirked at each other, talking trash with just our gazes.

'You need to record this,' said Jane, 'this is gonna be good.'

'On it!' said Michael.

'Yer goin' down, Blondie!' said Murphy.

'In your dreams, Fairy Boy!' I said.

'OOH!'

'This is so going on YouTube,' whispered Michael.

Doc handed us each a shot of Jack Daniel's. He looked between us nervously as we grabbed our glasses.

'Bottom's up,' said Murphy.

We each downed our shots. Doc re-filled our glasses, sweat beginning to form on his forehead.

'This is gonna get real interesting real fast,' whispered Jane as Murphy and I downed our second shots.

'Indeed,' whispered Michael, keeping the camera focused on Murphy and I.

'My Becca-Bear's gonna win,' whispered Connor as Murphy and I drank our third shots, 'just wait.'

'Never better,' I said, 'this is gonna be a long night.'

We downed our fourth shot. Everyone watched, waiting with their breath held.

'Rebecca's really determined, isn't she?' Duffy whispered to Connor.

'She's competitive,' whispered Connor, 'if ye ever play WWE wit' 'er, she gets real angry when she loses.'

'Well…' said Duffy, 'remind me to never play with her, then…'

'You getting all this, baby?' Jane whispered to Michael.

'I am, sweetie,' said Michael, 'don't worry.'

Murphy and I downed our fifth shot. I shook my head, feeling the effects of the alcohol.

'Now I'm feeling it,' I said, 'what about you, Murphy?'

'A little,' said Murphy as Doc poured us more whiskey, 'ye an' I still got a while yet, Blondie.'

'What's she like when she's drunk?' Dolly whispered to Connor.

'A giggle-fest,' whispered Connor.

'On a scale from 1-20, how giggly is she?' asked Dolly.

'Depends on how drunk she is,' said Connor.

'This I gotta see,' whispered Dolly.

Murphy and I drank our sixth shot now. We were both beginning to feel the effects, and I was starting to get giggly.

'Fuck,' said Murphy, letting out a burp, 'this is some good shit.'

'Jack Daniels whiskey,' I said, downing my seventh shot, 'I love this shit.'

'Uh-oh…' said Paul, 'she's getting giggly…'

'That ain't her worst,' said Connor, 'just ye wait.'

'I think she's had enough, don't you think?' whispered Greenly, 'she looks like she might hurl or pass out.'

'Give 'er a couple more shots,' said Connor, 'you'll see.'

Greenly cringed. He had a feeling that this would turn out to be a complete disaster.

'Come on, Rebecca…' whispered Angelica, 'you got this…'

'Are you seriously gonna put this online, bro?' Romeo whispered to Michael.

'Yup,' said Michael, 'why not?'

'Just curious, bro,' whispered Romeo, 'but I know one thing: this is gold. Fucking gold.'

I giggled madly as Doc re-filled our glasses. We were on our eighth shot now, and I was really beginning to feel funny.

'Keep 'em comin', Doc!' I slurred, 'I could go all fuckin' night!'

'Oh, boy…' whispered Jane.

'Oh, no…' whispered Michael.

Doc looked nervously between Murphy and I as he prepared to pour us our ninth shot. Murphy looked at him. He frowned.

'Come on, Doc!' he said, suppressing a hiccup, 'keep 'em coming! I'm still good!'

Doc sighed. Hesitantly, he poured the whiskey. He began to sweat even more now as he watched Murphy and I down the whiskey like it was nothing.

'I think you should cut her off, Connor,' said Duffy nervously, 'nine shots is enough.'

Connor looked at Duffy. He raised his eyebrows, looking at him very seriously.

'Ye think I'd let anythin' bad happen ta 'er?' he said, 'huh?'

'I'm just concerned…' began Duffy, but Connor cut him off.

'Shut it, Duffy!' he growled, 'she ain't yer fiancée so she ain't yer fuckin' concern!'

'Settle down, bro…' whispered Rocco, patting Connor's shoulder, 'settle down…'

Connor growled. Michael stared at him, wide-eyed. Holy shit.

Murphy and I downed our tenth shot. We were both hammered at this point. Murphy looked at me, a smug smirk playing across his lips.

'Ye see?' he slurred, nearly falling off his stool, 'I'm a fuckin' machine! I fuckin' told…'

Murphy's sentence was cut short. He leaned over and puked all over the floor. Everyone groaned.

'Yikes!' cringed Michael, 'that's gotta sting! I hope he doesn't land in it…'

I looked at Doc, then at Murphy. I laughed, jumping to my feet.

'VICTORY!' I cried.

Before I could even dance properly, I fell over. I cackled madly. I was beyond hammered.

'There she goes,' said Connor with a laugh.

Isabelle giggled as she watched me roll around, cackling like a crazy person. She looked at Connor, trying her hardest to suppress her giggles.

'You should go help her up before she rolls in Murphy's puddle,' she said, 'go on.'

Connor ran over to me. He grabbed my arm, helping me to my feet.

'Come on, love,' he said as he held me steady, 'I got ye. Come on.'

I looked up at Connor. I opened my mouth to thank him, but instead, I ended up puking all over him.

'Yikes!' cringed Dolly.

'WHAT A SLOBBERKNOCKER!' said Michael.

'Oh, Michael…' sighed Jane, rolling her eyes.

I clapped my hand over my mouth. I could feel my face turning red. I just puked all over my fiancé.

'Great,' said Connor taking his shirt off and tossing it to the side, 'I don't have a spare shirt.'

'I'd prefer you naked,' I giggled.

'Settle down, baby,' said Connor, patting my head, 'wait until we get home.'

But I didn't wanna wait till we got home. I crawled on one of the pool tables, trying to be seductive, but I probably looked like a complete fool because I was so fucking drunk I could barely stand straight.

'Come on, baby,' I purred, lying on my stomach, 'let me see your pool stick.'

Connor threw his head back and groaned. Normally I don't annoy him when I'm drunk, but I guess tonight was an exception.

'Rebecca…' he said in an exasperated tone, 'not now…'

'You'll cave, Connor,' laughed Michael, 'you always do.'

Connor made a dying whale sound. Everyone laughed.

I reached around and un-hooked my bra. I took it off, throwing it at Connor.

'Rebecca!' groaned Murphy, 'keep yer fuckin' clothes on!'

'OH, GOD!' said Michael, turning away.

Connor strutted over to me. He grabbed my wrists as I tried to un-button my jeans. I looked up at him, frowning.

'Keep yer clothes on, love,' said Connor, 'just wait till we get home. Now's not tha time fer this, Becca-Bear.'

'Silly-willy Conny-Wonny,' I teased, poking Connor's nose, 'you're silly.'

A small laugh escaped from Connor's lips before he could stop it, but he masked it by pretending to cough.

'Stop it, Becca,' he scolded, 'yer beginning to get a little out o' hand, love.'

'I don't think she's giggly, Connor,' sniggered Greenly, 'I think she's turned five years old again.'

'NOT HELPING!' growled Connor.

'Yous cute,' I giggled, belching loudly, 'you so cute when you're angry, Conny-Wonny.'

Connor sighed, hanging his head. Everyone sniggered.

'Why?' he muttered, 'why must ye be so ridiculously adorable even when yer drunk off yer ass?'

'Because you love me,' I said, hopping off the table and skipping in a circle around Connor.

Connor laughed as he watched me skip. Whiskey has a really weird effect on me. I tend to turn into a child when I'm drunk on whiskey.

'Oh, boy…' said Emily, hiding her face in her hands, 'my sister's a child…'

I continued to skip around Connor, giggling all the while. Michael was having problems holding the camera steady because he was laughing so hard. Then, suddenly, I tripped. I laughed.

'WEE!'

I laughed even harder, leaning against the pool table as I tried to regain my balance. Michael shook his head.

'What the fuck is wrong with her?' he said, 'I've never seen her like this before.'

'Whiskey,' said Connor as he held me steady, 'when she's drunk off o' whiskey, she turns into a child.'

'I see,' said Michael, then he looked at me, 'hey, Becca!'

'What?' I said, raising my eyebrows.

'Connor told me before the drinking game that he was gonna buy you a rattle,' said Michael, 'a Thomas one.'

I gasped.

'He did?' I said excitedly.

'He did,' said Michael, looking at Connor, 'did you?'

Connor began to panic. That rattle was supposed to be a surprise, but Michael being the ass that he is decided to spoil the surprise.

'Fuck…' he whispered.

'Hook. Line. Sinker,' whispered Michael, smirking deviously.

'I. Hate. You,' Connor mouthed to Michael.

Michael looked at Connor. He pulled his CM Punk smirk, continuing to film the hilarity.

Connor turned around. He looked at me, his hands shaking.

'I'll buy ye a rattle tomorrow, baby,' he said, 'I promise.'

'But I want one now!' I pouted, 'pwease?'

'Baby, don't start…' said Connor, 'please…'

'I WANT ONE NOW!' I squealed, stomping my foot, 'I WANT ONE NOW!'

'Shh!' said Connor, reaching for his coat, 'here!'

I gasped as Connor pulled out a blue, hand-painted Thomas rattle. It was marvellous.

'Here,' said Connor, lying me down on the pool table, 'this was supposed ta be a surprise, but Michael decided ta ruin it.'

'YAY!' I said, clapping my hands, 'YAY, DADDY!'

Everyone laughed as Connor shook the rattle. He looked at me, trying his hardest not to laugh.

'Who's my Little Princess?' he cooed, 'who?'

'I am!' I squealed, 'I am!'

Murphy buried his face in Emily's shoulder, shaking with silent laughter. He tried his hardest to stay balanced due to him being drunk, too.

'You getting this, love?' Jane asked Michael.

Michael was dying from laughter. He was having a really hard time keeping the camera steady. He turned to Jane.

'Jane, record this!' he gasped, handing Jane the camera as he continued to laugh hysterically. Jane took the camera, recording the events for later on.

'Yer a little cutie pie,' cooed Connor, shaking the rattle some more, 'yes, ye are!'

'Yay!' I said, clapping my hands again.

Connor laughed. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me up so I was sitting on the edge of the table.

'Guess what?' he said.

I gasped.

'What?' I said excitedly, 'what? WHAT?'

'Daddy loves you,' said Connor, 'that's what.'

'Yay!' I said, hugging Connor and showering him with kisses, 'I love yous!'

Connor growled playfully, kissing my neck. He got so into it, he accidentally hit the bruise on my neck.

'Owwie!' I cried, frowning, 'Daddy, you hurt me.'

I sniffled sadly. Connor looked at me, alarmed.

'I'm sorry, baby,' he said, 'did I touch yer boo-boo?'

I nodded.

'Yous did,' I sniffled as a tear ran down my cheek, 'why did you hurt me?'

'Don' cry, love,' said Connor, wiping my tear, 'I'm sorry.'

'But yous hurt me,' I said, another tear falling out of my eye, 'you're mean.'

Connor sighed. He gently kissed my bruise.

'There,' he said, 'all better?'

I looked up at Connor all sweet-like. I hopped off the table, grabbing the rattle.

'All better,' I said before I skipped away shaking the rattle, 'favey toy. Favey toy.'

'I think she's three now,' said Michael, shaking his head as I skipped around the bar.

Murphy still had his face buried in Emily's neck. He was laughing so hard, it became silent. Emily patted Murphy's head, whispering to him in French.

'Jane, let's add TwitVid to the list of sites to upload these videos,' said Michael, laughing as I skipped around him.

'Will do, love,' said Jane.

I skipped up behind Connor. I jumped on his back, wrapping my arms and legs tightly around him.

'I wuv you, Daddy,' I said, kissing his neck.

Connor laughed.

'I wuv you, too, Princess,' he said, reaching around to stroke my hair, 'I wuv you, too.'

Murphy briefly raised his head to take a breath before laughing again. Michael buried his face in Murphy's shoulder, laughing.

Connor knelt down and placed me back on my feet. He turned around, kissing me passionately.

'Really, guys?' said Michael, shaking his head, 'fuck…'

'Oh, shut up!' said Connor as I kissed his neck, 'like ye wouldn't do tha same thing ta Jane!'

Michael sighed, rolling his eyes. I ran my fingers along Connor's bare chest, purring like a happy kitten.

'Daddy, I want you,' I moaned as I continued to kiss his neck, 'I want you.'

'Well, why don' I take ye home an' spoil ye like tha little Princess that ye are?' said Connor.

'Spoil, you say?' I teased, 'hmm…how so?'

I winked and giggled at Connor. Connor laughed.

'You'll see soon enough, Princess,' he said, grabbing my ass, 'you'll see soon enough.'

'Oh, Daddy!' I purred, stroking Connor through his jeans, 'Daddy!'

'Oh, brother…' said Michael, rolling his eyes.

'Well, her mood changed fast,' said Greenly, 'she's gone from skipping around acting like a child to practically groping Connor.'

'Is it bad that I'm highly jealous of him right now?' asked Dolly as Connor propped me up on the table and kissed me again.

'Yes, Dolly,' said Emily, 'it's always bad.'

'Remember when you spanked me last night?' I said as Connor kissed my neck.

'I remember,' said Connor, 'I did a number on ye, too.'

'Well, I'm sitting down without cringing like you promised,' I said, 'and Daddy's Little Princess has been very naughty. I think I should be punished for misbehaving.'

Connor purred.

'Yer bad,' he said, 'seriously.'

I laughed.

'Woo-Woo-Woo,' I said, 'you know it.'

'Can they not wait until they get home?' said Michael.

'Nope,' said Emily, 'when Rebecca's in heat Connor's all over that like a fat kid on cake.'

'Take me home,' I purred, grinding on Connor, 'let me shake your rattle.'

'God, ye sound so sexy when ye talk dirty,' moaned Connor, kissing me again.

Michael fake gagged. Jane smacked him in the stomach with her free hand.

'Stop it,' she said.

Michael looked at Jane, holding his stomach.

'What?' he wheezed, 'what did I do?'

'You know exactly what,' hissed Jane.

'Am I watching porn?' asked Duffy, 'I think more clothes will be coming off soon.'

'I think you might be, Duffy,' said Emily, 'I think you might be.'

'I think I'm gonna throw up,' said Murphy.

'Don't throw up on me,' said Emily, 'I'd like to keep my shirt on, thank you.'

'Should I stop recording?' asked Jane, 'this is getting a bit intense.'

'Yeah,' said Michael, 'nothing to record right now, babe.'

Jane turned the camera off. All eyes were on me and Connor now.

'You think we should go home now?' said Paul, 'I think this may escalate.'

'I wanna see if he takes her shirt off,' said Dolly, 'she doesn't have a bra on. I wanna see her boobs!'

Emily glared at Dolly. She stomped on his foot. Hard.

'OW!' cried Dolly.

Murphy sniggered. Dolly glared at him.

Connor wrapped his arms around me. He scooped me up, holding me with one arm as he grabbed his peacoat and my bra.

'I think it's past yer bedtime, Princess,' he said, 'I think it's time ta go home.'

'Okay, Daddy,' I said.

Connor smiled. He slung me over his shoulder. I squealed with laughter.

'Alright!' he said, 'my baby needs ta go ta bed! We will see ye soon! We're goin' ta Vegas next week!'

Everyone cheered and applauded as we walked out of the bar. Connor and I are going with Murphy, Emily, and Michael in one Hummer, the rest going in everyone else's car. I was horny, and I didn't wanna wait until we got home.

'Conny-Wonny,' I slurred as Connor carried me over to the car.

'Yes, Becca-Boo?' said Connor.

'I'm horny,' I said, 'can I suck your dick?'

'Not now, Becca-Boo,' said Connor, 'ye can wait.'

'I wish I brought my MP3 player…' muttered Michael, 'I need to drown this shit out…'

'Oh, lighten up!' I slurred, 'you're such a prude!'

'Wait until y'all have some more privacy,' said Michael.

I opened my mouth to retort, but instead of my usual smart-mouth, I let out the mother of all belches. Emily stopped dead in her tracks.

'Em?' said Murphy, 'are you okay?'

Emily didn't say a word. She was shaking. Hard.

'What did I do?' I slurred, 'did I hurt her?'

Emily still shook. What happened to her?

'Emily?' said Michael, 'are you okay?'

Emily looked up at Michael, then Murphy, then Connor, then me.

'Rebecca, that was fucking beautiful!' she said.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Emily wasn't shaking with anger, she was shaking with laughter.

'Connor, bring her over!' said Emily, 'come here!'

Connor carried me over to Emily. She raised her hand.

'Come on!' she said, 'high-five!'

I smiled drunkenly up at my sister. I raised my arm and Emily high-fived me.

'Alright!' said Emily, running to the Hummer, 'let's go!'

Everyone climbed into the car. Emily would be driving so Murphy sat in the front seat. I sat in the middle between Michael and Connor. I was determined to give Connor a blowjob, I didn't care.

'Emykins,' said Murphy.

'Yes, sweetie?' said Emily.

'Can I lie my head in yer lap?' asked Murphy, 'I'm sleepy.'

'Aww,' said Emily, 'alright. Go ahead.'

Murphy smiled. He put his seatbelt on and placed his head in Emily's lap. Emily smiled at her boyfriend.

'Okay,' she said, 'let's go.'

Emily started the Hummer. She pulled out of the parking lot, heading off towards the mansion, followed by everyone else.

I looked over at Connor. I placed my head on his shoulder, batting my lashes at him.

'What are ye lookin' at me like tha' for?' asked Connor, 'why are ye battin' yer lashes at me?'

'Please?' I pouted, batting my lashes more, 'please?'

Connor groaned.

'No,' he said, 'not now.'

'Pwease, Conny-Wonny?' I pleaded, 'pwease?'

'No,' said Connor, 'wait until we get home.'

I reached over and stroked Connor through his jeans. He closed his eyes, suppressing a moan.

'Come on, baby,' I said, 'I don't care that there's other people in this Hummer. I wanna make you feel good.'

'Baby, stop,' said Connor, 'please.'

I smirked deviously. I un-zipped Connor's jeans, sticking my hand down his pants, stroking him harder.

'I'm gonna make you cave,' I purred, kissing Connor's neck, 'I'm gonna make you beg for it.'

Michael turned his head curiously, looking over. When he saw what I was doing, he turned away, completely disgusted.

'OH, GOD!' he cried, 'WHAT THE FUCK, GUYS?'

'What the fuck is going on back there?' asked Emily.

'In a nut-shell, a fucking hand job,' said Michael.

Emily groaned.

'Rebecca!' she said, 'can you please behave yourself?'

I glared at my sister. I flipped her off. Emily growled.

'Bitch, I will break your fucking finger!' she said, 'behave!'

'Oh, shut up,' I said, 'your husband's head is in your lap.'

'Because he's sleeping!' said Emily, 'he's not trying to give me oral sex!'

Murphy snored soundly in Emily's lap, completely oblivious to what was going on around him. Emily stroked his hair.

'Sleep soundly, my Little Saint,' she said, 'you're not suffering through this chaos.'

'This is chaos, alright,' said Michael, glaring at me.

I looked over at Michael. I wrinkled my nose at him, sticking my foot in his face.

'Don't be such a grouch,' I said, 'lighten up.'

Michael spluttered, rolling his eyes like The Undertaker. I laughed, placing my legs in his lap.

'Rebecca, stop it,' said Connor as I put my hand down his pants again, 'if ye don't behave, I'll spank ye.'

'Do it, Daddy,' I purred as I continued to stroke Connor's cock, 'Daddy's Little Girl is misbehaving. Spank me, baby.'

Connor growled. Murphy was still sound asleep in Emily's lap. Everyone in that Hummer wished they were asleep.

'Come on, Connor,' I said as I un-buttoned his boxers, 'just a lick.'

'Knock it off,' said Connor angrily, 'right now.'

Too late. I had already taken Connor's cock out of his pants, holding it in my hand. I looked up at him. I grinned.

'Too late.'

Before Connor could even breathe, I put his cock in my mouth, sucking gently. Michael looked over. He screamed.

'OH, MY GOD!' he cried, covering his eyes, 'FUCK!'

I propped myself up on my knees, continuing to suck. Connor squirmed, suppressing a moan.

'Rebecca, stop,' he said, 'stop.'

Michael swiftly grabbed his phone. He dialled Jane's number. She picked up on the first ring.

'Hello?'

'Jane,' said Michael, trying to push my feet out of his lap, 'can I come over to your Hummer?'

'What's going on, love?' asked Jane.

'REBECCA JANE OUELLET!' shrieked Emily, 'KNOCK IT OFF BEFORE I PULL OVER AND MAKE YOU WALK HOME!'

'What's wrong?' asked Jane, 'why is Emily screaming?'

'REBECCA!' roared Connor, pulling my hair, 'YOU STOP THIS RIGHT THIS INSTANT!'

'Rebecca's giving Connor a blowjob in the back of the Hummer,' said Michael, pushing my feet again, 'I'm kinda stuck.'

Jane groaned.

'You cannot be serious,' she said, 'that's Daddy's Hummer.'

'Emily, how far away are we from the mansion?' asked Michael.

'Not even three minutes,' said Emily, 'you can survive.'

'Just hold on, love,' said Jane, 'I'll talk to you when we get home. I love you.'

Jane hung up. Michael groaned.

A few minutes later, Emily pulled into the mansion. She turned off the Hummer, shaking Murphy.

'Hey,' she said, 'Murphy.'

Murphy groaned, but he didn't wake up. Emily shook him again.

'Murphy Noah MacManus,' she said sternly, 'wake the fuck up.'

Murphy slowly opened his eyes. He smiled up at me sleepily.

'Hewwo, beautiful,' he cooed.

'We're home now,' said Emily, stroking Murphy's hair, 'you wanna go to bed, baby?'

Murphy shook his head.

'Uh-uh,' he said, 'I'm a big boy. I wanna stay awake.'

'Alright,' said Emily, opening her door, 'let's go.'

Murphy un-buckled his seatbelt. Emily helped him out of the Hummer, running in the mansion as fast as she could, closely followed by Michael.

Connor knotted his fingers in my hair. He pulled my head up, looking at me. He did not look happy. I smiled innocently.

'Did that feel good?' I asked.

Connor shook his head at me. His face was completely still. He was upset.

'Yer a pain in my fuckin' ass, Rebecca,' he said seriously.

I pouted, batting my eyelashes at Connor.

'I'm sowwy,' I said innocently, 'can you forgive me?'

Connor sighed. He let go of my head, putting his cock away and zipping his jeans back up.

'Ye really need ta stop pullin' those puppy-dog eyes when yer in trouble,' he said, 'yer too cute fer yer own good.'

I smiled. I crawled into Connor's lap. I ran my fingers through his hair, looking him in the eye.

'I wuv you, Daddy,' I said.

Connor smiled.

'I wuv you, too, Princess,' he said.

I smiled. Slowly, I leaned in towards him. I pressed my lips to his, kissing him deeply, knotting my fingers in his hair.

Connor grabbed my hips, pulling me in closer to him. A low moan erupted at the back of his throat as I slowly began to grind on him.

I slowly snaked my tongue out. I parted Connor's lips, purring as I slowly stuck my tongue in his now open mouth.

Connor slowly ran his hands down my back. He gripped my ass tightly, holding me as close as he could.

'Ooh, Daddy,' I said seductively, 'someone's horny.'

'Ye wanna go inside, Princess?' asked Connor.

I nodded.

'Yes, please,' I said.

Connor smiled. He placed me over on the side so he could open his door. As soon as he was out of the Hummer, he scooped me up in his arms, carrying me inside after he closed the car door.

'Are you gonna spank me?' I asked as Connor walked up to the front door.

'Yer damn fuckin' right I am,' said Connor, 'ye need ta be punished fer misbehaving like that.'

'How hard are you gonna spank me?' I asked.

Connor grinned.

'You'll see, Princess,' he said, 'you'll see.'

'Okay,' I said, smiling at Connor.

Connor laughed. He opened the front door. As soon as we were inside, he closed the door and put me on my feet.

'Are ye gonna be okay ta walk, love?' he asked.

I snorted.

'I'll be fine,' I said, 'if I can walk in stiletto heels I can walk when I'm drunk.'

Connor raised his eyebrows. Hesitantly, he let go of my hips.

'Alright,' he said, 'go fer it.'

I slowly began to walk towards the living room. I stumbled a bit as I walked, losing my balance.

'Whoa!' I said, 'whoa!'

'Are ye sure that yer okay, baby?' asked Connor.

'I'm fine!' I said, waving my hand at Connor, 'stop being such a worry-wart!'

'Ye look like yer about ta fall,' said Connor.

I snorted again.

'Connor Adam MacManus, I am twenty-one years old,' I said, 'I am one-hundred percent sure that I can walk by myself when I am intoxicated.'

I took one more step towards the living room. I lost my balance, face planting. Connor laughed.

'I told ye,' he said.

'Fuck you, Connor,' I growled.

'Oh, don't be such a grump,' teased Connor.

'Shut the fuck up and help me up,' I said.

Connor laughed. He walked up to me, hoisting me up and slinging me over his shoulder. He carried me into the living room where everyone else was watching TV. I burped. Greenly looked over at us. He smiled.

'Hey!' he said cheerfully, 'you made it!'

'Yeah,' said Connor, sitting down and pulling me into his lap, 'barely.'

'Emily was telling us about what happened on the way home,' said Duffy.

I looked over at my sister. I sighed.

'Emily?' I said, 'are you mad at me?'

Emily sighed.

'I'm not mad at you, Rebecca,' she said, 'I'm just super embarrassed.'

'I'm sorry, Em,' I said, 'you know what whiskey does to me.'

'Maybe you should drink tequila, Mamacita,' said Romeo, 'that shit never makes me do anything stupid.'

Emily snorted.

'To you, it doesn't,' she said, 'to us, it does.'

'What do you mean?' asked Romeo, 'explain.'

Emily sighed.

'Rebecca and I went to a Cinco De Mayo party in high school,' she said, 'of course, all there was for alcohol was tequila. She and I got really drunk and we woke up naked on our friend Ashley's couch.'

'For real?' said Romeo.

'For real,' said Emily, 'Rebecca and I had our first girl-on-girl experience that night.'

'Whoa!' said Murphy, putting his hands up, 'hold tha phone! You what?'

Emily looked over at me. She smiled.

'Tell 'em,' she said, 'go on.'

I laughed. I looked at everyone sitting in the living room. I was so drunk, it wasn't even funny.

'Okay,' I said, 'what she means by our first girl-on-girl experience is that we had sex with a couple of our girl friends when we were drunk.'

Connor and Murphy's jaws dropped. They could not believe their ears.

'Yup,' nodded Emily, 'I had sex with Ashley. Rebecca had sex with Derek.'

Everyone in that living room were speechless. Dolly blinked furiously, trying to process this entire thing.

'Holy. Shit,' he breathed, 'wow.'

Connor cleared his throat.

'Did someone record it?' he asked.

Emily and I laughed.

'Ashley did,' I said, 'we were all in her bed when it happened. She still has the tape.'

Murphy looked down at his crotch area. He laughed.

'Someone's awake,' he said.

Everyone laughed. Just then, Paul yawned.

'I'm beginning to get tired,' he said, 'what about you guys?'

I yawned, stretching.

'I am,' I said, 'alcohol makes you sleepy.'

'Ye gotta stay awake fer yer punishment, Young Lady,' said Connor, 'then ye can pass out.'

I laughed, playfully shoving Connor. Connor chuckled.

'Well, let's get to bed,' said Isabelle, 'let's go.'