"No."

"Come on Grace!"

It was Sunday morning and thankfully, I hadn't spent most of the morning with my head in the toilet. I had though, spent the majority of my morning feel sick with a slight headache. And to make matters worse, Camille had made it her main priority to make the aching worse. We'd been arguing most of the morning over whether or not I would go to McGinty's that night. I was determined not to, she thought otherwise.

"I said no." I groaned, rubbing my temples as I laid down on the couch.

Camille let out an over-dramatic groan and fell onto the opposite couch. "Grace you have to. You already told him you'd go."

I shook my head. "No, I said - and I quote - I could make an appearance. Stress word; Could. Doesn't mean I will."

"Come on sis, you're so close to getting in with them. One more night and you'll be good to go."

I got to my feet and headed into the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water and grabbing some pain-meds out of the cupboard.

"Camille, I'm tired and I feel sick. I'm staying home today."

"You can't! We're just getting started Grace," She followed me into the kitchen and pulled herself up onto the counter, facing me. "You can't not go tonight. It'll ruin everything."

I sighed and shook my head, downing the pain-meds with the water. "I don't know Camille. I mean, I feel really bad. I shouldn't but I do."

She jumped down from the counter and walked towards me, placing her hands on my shoulders while looking down at me. "Don't feel bad Grace. Murphy's a bad guy. He broke my heart and he'll do it to a thousand other girls after me if you don't do this."

My eyes widened slightly. The future of the slutty Boston girls' hearts depended on me - no pressure or anything.

"It's not Murphy I feel bad for, Camille."

She sighed knowingly. "Connor?"

I nodded in confirmation and she sighed again.

"Grace, you can't read too much into this. Look, you told me yourself they both do it. So you're basically getting back at both guys, making them pay for what they did."

"Camille, they sleep with girls and don't call, it's not like they're chopping the girls up afterwards." I said, rolling my eyes at her over-dramatic attitude towards everything.

She narrowed her eyes at me. "Well they might as well be, because that's how much it hurts us. I mean, you wouldn't know because of your lack-of boyfriends."

I glared up at her. "Don't you dare tell me about how much it hurts, you know that I know better than anyone how it feels when that happens!"

I quickly dumped my empty glass into the sink before storming into the living room, falling down onto the couch with my arms crossed. Camille immediately followed, a guilty look on her face.

"Gracie, I'm so sorry, I just forgot about that." She sighed and kneeled in front of me, taking my hands in hers. "Look, just think of these guys as two more Dylan's. He did to you what they do to other girls, just keep that in mind the next time you feel guilty about all this."

"You're right," I muttered. "Sorry I snapped at you, it just hit a sore spot yah know?"

She nodded in understanding, moving up onto the couch and throwing an arm around my shoulders. "See? Us sisters have to stick together, guys just screw things up. Hell the only guy a girl can depend on is her daddy. It's you and me against 'em all Gracie."

I smiled and nodded, wrapping my own arm around her waist.

"You're right Camille, you're always right."

~...~...~...~...~...~

I once again entered McGinty's, feeling a lot more confident than I had the day before. Thankfully the sickness feeling had passed, along with the headaches. But the thing that wouldn't go away was the nervous tingles in my stomach. Sure I felt confident, but I was still nervous about the plan, despite Camille's speech of encouragement that morning.

Finding Connor was pretty easy. He was in the exact same spot as the night before, but unlike then, he was joined by his brother and another man. They all had half-empty pints, along with cigarettes between their fingers. Talking to Connor had been easier because he was alone, but he had company this time, making it even worse for me.

"Hey there stranger." I patted Connor's shoulder, crossing my arms as he turned to face me.

"Gracie!" He exclaimed, pulling me into an awkwardly positioned hug. He was taller than me in general and the stool he sat on only gave him extra height. So I was forced to stand between his legs in order for the hug to work.

"Wasn' sure ye'd come." He admitted as we both pulled back.

I shrugged. "I don't like to disappoint."

He smirked. "I'll bet."

One of the two men cleared their throat, bringing Connor back to reality.

"Shite, Grace this is Rocco," He gestured to the bearded man on his left, who nodded in greeting. "And you've met Murph." He then motioned to his brother, who sat on his right.

"Hi." I greeted.

"So, you're the little sex-advisor huh?" Rocco questioned, smirking at Connor.

My jaw dropped and Connor gave him a quick smack to the back of the head. "Relationship advisor Roc', relationship advisor." He corrected.

"Right, sorry. Relationship advisor." Rocco rubbed at the back of his head, earning a small laugh from me.

"Yeah, I guess you could call me that." I shrugged before turning to Connor. "What exactly did you tell them?"

He smiled sheepishly. "Nothin' lass, weren't much ta tell. You didn' exactly give me much las' night."

"Yeah well, not much to tell yah. I'm not that interesting."

"Well that's a load a bullshit. But before we get into dat, Roc' move yer ass."

Rocco's eyes widened at the demand. "What the fuck for?"

Connor gestured to me. "The lass needs somewhere ta sit, be a gentlemen for once Roc'."

I rolled my eyes and smiled in amusement. "You don't have to move Rocco."

"See! She said I could stay." He pointed to me and looked at the twins hopefully.

"I don' give a fuck, move yer ass!"

"Lass," I turned at Murphy's voice, focussing on him instead of the arguing pair. "Need a chair?" He moved a spare stool in between him and Connor, smirking in amusement.

"Thanks." I sighed, smiling gratefully as I hopped up onto the stool, resting my folded arms on the counter.

He shrugged and took a long drag of his cigarette. "Don' mention it."

I nodded and glanced back at Connor and Rocco, who were still arguing over the seat.

"Should we tell them I have a seat?" I asked, gesturing to the two as I turned to Murphy.

"Nah," He shook his head, blowing out the smoke. "It 'appen's all the time. They'll realise it soon."

"So," I dragged out, turning so that I fully faced him. "How did things go with that girl last night?"

His eyebrows raised and he tilted his head. "You serious lass?"

"What?"

"Well, most girls don' wanna know about that kinda stuff."

I rolled my eyes. "Like I told your brother last night, I'm not like most girls."

He nodded. "A'right. Well, it went pretty good, for the mos' part."

"What do you mean?" I leaned forward slightly, a little intrigued.

"Well lass, it was 'cause o' ye."

My eyes widened in disbelief. "Me?"

"Yeah lass, ye."

"What? I mean...how?"

He shrugged, resting his head on his palm. "She wanted ta know how I knew ye. I told 'er ye were jus' a friend, she didn' believe me o' course, thought ye were an ex or somethin'. So we didn' get very far."

"Wait a sec," I sighed, shaking my head. "You couldn't have sex with a girl because you talked to me?"

He nodded in confirmation and I inwardly screamed with joy. By talking to me, the girl had jumped to conclusions and assumed he'd had something going on with me. Which meant things would most likely go a lot smoother than I thought - in the 'cock-blocking' Murphy department anyway.

"Yikes, sorry about that."

"It's a'right, not yer fault."

I nodded, feeling slightly smug with how his night turned out.

"So Gracie," I smiled and turned to face Connor, who'd finally stopped his argument with Rocco. "Why don' we get some drinks down ye?"

I groaned. "No Connor, I had a less than eventful morning."

He raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yeah. I never drank before last night." I shrugged.

"Ye tellin' me ye were an alcohol virgin lass?"

I narrowed my eyes slightly. "Yeah."

"And I bought ye yer first?"

"Don't look so smug Connor." I told him, rolling my eyes.

He chuckled. "Hard not ta be Gracie."

"Either way, I'm not drinking tonight. No fricking way."

He turned in his seat, once again raising his eyebrows at me, with a slight smirk on his face. "Oh really?"