Author's Note:

Hey Readers!

Okay first of all, I know it was a bit mean leaving you all on a cliffie, but it had to be done. ;)

On another subject, I have no drinking history whatsoever. The extent of my drinking would be vodka and boost (energy drink) and that was about two years ago. So if I get anything wrong with the alcohol bits in this chapter I do apologise, but I'm just basing it on how the other writers have got it down in their stories.

Anyway, thanks for the reviews and I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Some days I loved my big sister, other days I wanted to strangle her to death. And as soon as I walked into that bar, it was the latter.

The bar itself was a lot bigger than it appeared on the outside, but I suppose that was the deal with most buildings. But with me being seventeen, I'd never seen the inside of a bar or night-club before. So I was pretty much taking in everything. But the size and appearance of the bar wasn't what was worrying me - it was the amount of people. Considering it was only 7-ish there were a lot more people than I thought there would be. But this was an Irish neighbourhood, and from what Camille had been repeatedly telling me, these people drank at all times of the day.

I wrung my hands nervously as I approached the bar, slowly managing to lift myself up onto one of the stools. I wasn't exactly small for my age, but most of the people in the room were a lot older than me, so I felt like a mouse around them.

"What can I get ye lass?"

I looked up to see an old man behind the bar, patiently waiting for my answer.

"I...uh...I'm too young to drink." I sheepishly admitted. "But I was wondering if I could use the bathroom?"

He nodded and waved a hand. "Don't worry about it. Bathrooms through that door and to your right." He motioned to the door across the room.

"Thanks." I smiled before jumping down from my stool.

I'd somehow managed to weave my way through the crowd of people and through the door, only to find myself in a dimly-lit hallway. It wasn't hard to find the bathroom, but that wasn't quite what I was looking for. But thankfully, the phone was in clear view.

I sighed in relief and rushed towards the object, frantically dialling in the number as I held the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Jade, I'm seriously freaking out right now." I whispered, my tone full of nervousness.

"Grace? Where the hell are you?"

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "McGinty's, it's this Irish bar..."

"You're in the Irish part of town?!" She exclaimed, cutting me off.

"Yes Jade, I'm in the Irish part of town."

I heard her groan on the other end. "What the heck are you doing there?!"

"Camille dumped me here. It's to get the plan moving, apparently the guys are here but..."

"Woah, woah, woah," She started, once again cutting me off. "Are you telling me that these guys are Irish? Like accents and everything?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes Jade, now focus. I'm freaking out here!"

"Okay Grace, you need to calm down. Just suck it up and get on with it." She replied in a reassuring tone.

"Jade I'm so out of place right now, the guys here are huge!" I silently exclaimed.

"Well, yeah. Most foreign guys are." She joked.

I narrowed my eyes in annoyance. "Jade I'm serious. Maybe I should just quit this whole thing."

"No, no, no!" She shouted. I held the phone away from my ear for a moment. "Just don't quit. You've done good so far, just take a deep breath and get back in there."

"You're right," I sighed, putting a hand to my forehead. "I'm just a little stressed."

"I don't blame you, I'd never be able to do what you're doing right now. Just try not to drink too much Gracie, older guys are seriously touchy around drunk girls."

"Jade! That doesn't make me feel any better!"

She sighed. "Grace, chill out! Now put on your big-girl panties, get back into the bar, and flirt with some hot Irish guys. If not for your sister then do it for me."

I smiled in amusement and leaned back against the wall. Jade always knew how to cheer me up.

"Fine, but just for you."

"There's my girl. Now call me later, if you can. Later bitch."

"Slut."

I waited until the line went dead before placing the phone back onto the holder. I'd never been more nervous in my boring seventeen years of existence. Well, apart from my first time, but that was another story all together. All I had to remember was that this was for a good cause, I was punishing a man-whore - in Camille's words of course. I just had to pluck up enough courage to walk back into that bar and find the twins.

A silent thudding noise reached my ears and I turned my head, my eyes immediately widening at the sight before me.

I almost instantly recognized the guy as Murphy, but I'd never seen the girl before. She had long dark-brown hair that reached her waist, although only a few strands were free - the rest of her hair being bunched up in his fist. She wore a bright-red crop top, ripped denim mini-skirt and red pumps. There was no way I'd be telling Camille about it though.

Unfortunately for me, the near-enough-fucking couple were in the middle of the narrow hallway. Resulting in only one option for me; Disturb them. I'd only planned on running into Murphy in the bar, but this was going to have to do. He'd most likely class me as a cock-blocker from then on, although it would probably depend on how 'classy' his new conquest was. And considering their current position, I was guessing not very.

I took a deep breath and slowly made my way towards the kissing couple, shoving my hands into the front pockets of my shorts out of nervousness.

"Uh...can I get through?"

Both heads turned to me, but while the girl merely shrugged and tried to get his lips again, his eyes remained on me. Although they were wide with surprise.

"Grace?"

I nodded in confirmation and he chuckled, moving away from his 'date'. Although he kept his hands where they were.

"What the fuck are ye doing here?"

I shrugged and crossed my arms. "Needed to use a bathroom. What are you doing here?"

"Isn' it obvious?" He gestured to the woman pressed against the wall and I nodded, slightly embarrassed.

"Yeah. Anyway, can I get through?" I repeated, feeling quite awkward.

"Oh yeah, course." He moved himself closer to the woman, allowing a small gap between his back and the opposite wall.

I bit my lip and sighed before moving forward, thanking god for my small body as I successfully managed to get through the gap.

"So ye headin' home now?"

"Probably, nothing better to do right?" I shrugged.

He nodded and quickly pecked the girls' lips before replying. "I guess. But me brother's in the bar, I'm sure he's got somethin' for ye to do."

"Alright. Well, have fun - I guess." I muttered before turning and heading back towards the bar. But as I walked, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl against the wall. She was going to have a nasty surprise in the following days.

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As soon as I entered the room, I searched for the other brother. Since Murphy was so occupied with his latest woman, I knew it would give me a better chance of getting Connor's attention. And as nervous as I felt, I just repeated to myself that this was for Camille. The revenge Murphy would get, he obviously deserved.

It wasn't very difficult to find him. He was sitting at the bar, occasionally chatting to one of the other men while practically gulping down his beer. But even though he was alone, it didn't stop the tingles in my stomach - and not the good kind.

"Hey there stranger." I greeted, lightly tapping his right arm.

He turned to me with a confused expression, although it soon disappeared as he realised who it was that called him.

"Well if it isn' little Gracie," He smirked, turning so that he fully faced me. "What are ye doin' here?"

I shrugged and once again pulled myself up onto the high bar-stool. "Needed to use the bathroom. Ran into your brother back there, looked like he was having a good time."

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, taking another sip of the beer.

"What? Not jealous are you?" I joked, resting my forearms on the bar.

"O' course not, jus' a little tired of me brother shagging everything with a good pair o' legs." He replied.

"I know the feeling." I sighed as Camille came to mind.

His eyes narrowed with curiosity. "You got a brother?"

I shook my head. "Sister."

"She get around or somethin'?" He chuckled.

"You have no idea."

He nodded and glanced at the old bartender before turning back to me.

"Fancy a drink?"

"No, I don't have any money." I objected, trying to not pull out the 'I'm-too-young-card' any sooner than I had to.

He rolled his eyes. "C'mon lass, what kind'a man would I be if I let ye buy it yerself?"

"A sensible-thinking guy." I shrugged.

"How's that then?" He questioned, leaning forward slightly.

I smiled slightly and took a deep breath before replying. "Well, if you keep buying girls drinks all night then you'll find yourself broke by Monday. And you'd only be getting drunk - probably sloppy - sex so it's not like you'd be getting anything out of it."

His eyes widened slightly and I inwardly groaned as my words repeated in my head.

"You tryin' to insinuate somethin' Gracie?"

"What? No...I mean...I just, didn't mean it to come out like that." I rambled, rubbing my forehead in frustration.

"It's alright lass, don' strain yerself." He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Besides, I can't drink."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Cant or won't?"

"Can't. I'm too young to drink." I admitted, wincing slightly as his eyebrows rose in shock.

"Is dat right?"

I nodded sheepishly, glancing around the bar. "Yup."

He threw an arm around my shoulder - to my complete surprise - and leaned in closer. "Then it'll jus' 'ave to be our little secret, eh lass?"

Now, I was no virgin, but I hadn't been that close to a guy since the 'First-Time'. So him actually being that close gave me tingles - the good kind this time.

"Sure." I muttered.

He smirked and slowly moved back before turning to face the old bartender.

"Eh Doc! Two pints over 'ere!"