A/N: I almost forgot about this idea that Asp Pentacle97 gave me. My apologies for not writing it sooner! Anyway, since I was such a fool, I'll keep this AN short and let you all read on!

St Patrick's Day

"Come on, guys! You're such bores, honestly. I can't believe we've been working together for a year and haven't been clubbing once," Jess complained, still trying to convince the rest of the team to accompany her on a night out.

"We've already said we'll go," Connor pointed out as he indicated himself and Abby.

"But they haven't!"

"Jess," Becker placated, "if Matt and Emily don't want to go clubbing, that's their choice. Just like it's my choice not to go – I've had enough of dancing to last a life time."

"Yeah," Matt agreed. "It's our choice not to come."

"But it's St Patrick's Day!" Jess protested. "You have to celebrate!"

"And I'm going to," Matt told her," but by getting drunk on Irish Whiskey down the pub not by embarrassing myself in a club."

"Well it's too bad for you that I'm not taking no for an answer," she declared, taking hold of Becker and Matt's wrists and dragging them out of the ARC, leaving Emily to follow behind Abby and Connor as they sniggered at the two men's predicament. "I've already got you all partying outfits at the flat so that's the first stop," Jess told them all, beginning to ramble before Connor interrupted.

"How do you know our sizes?"

"It's on the files," Jess told him like it was obvious.

"Isn't that an invasion of priva-" Connor started to say before Abby raised her eyebrows at him, blatantly thinking about the time he'd looked at her personal file and knew her middle name.

Becker and Matt snorted at the momentary look of terror on Connor's face and then stumbled as Jess tugged on their wrists again, literally towing them to her car.

"Right, you two are in my car so I can make sure you don't run away," she commanded. "Emily, you're with Abby and Connor."

The group nodded, Becker and Matt groaning instead, and climbed into the two cars.

Emily felt isolated in the back of Abby's mini as Connor sat in the front, reminiscing with her about her personal file and the information he had gleaned from it.

"What was my primary school then?" Abby asked, eager to see how much he remembered.

"All Souls?"

She nodded, smiling but focusing on the road.

They pulled up outside Jess' flat just in time to watch Matt and Becker make a break for it, leaving Jess to totter after them in her heels.

"Perhaps we should help her," Emily suggested.

Abby and Connor squinted and looked down the road at the three retreating figures before saying together, "Nah, she can handle it."

There was nothing that could keep Jess from a club night – not even two pesky men.

Without waiting for Jess, the three friends let themselves into her flat, Abby and Connor using the key they had been meaning to return to her since moving out. Laid across the sofa, they found clothes labelled for everyone.

Emily pulled the post-it note off hers and surveyed the outfit.

It was green. Very green, in fact, looking similar in style to the dress Abby had worn for Jennifer's wedding.

Connor started rifling through his own clothes and exclaimed his joy as he found a green fedora with a four leaf clover on the front. Abby smirked and began to look critically at her own green bodycon dress.

"What do you reckon she's making Matt wear?" Connor asked excitedly, grinning like a lunatic and already wearing his hat.

Abby grinned back at him and, despite Emily's protestations, picked up the pile with the sticky note bearing his name. He was allowed to wear jeans and a forest green dress, it seemed. Abby had just returned the pile to the sofa when Jess returned, somehow dragging the two men who were taller and far heavier than her.

"Well don't just stand there staring," she snapped. "Get ready!"

Connor took the fedora off and glanced fearfully at Abby as he picked up his pile of clothes and headed towards the room they used to live in. Jess could be demanding, he thought with a shudder, finally sympathising with Matt, who'd looked petrified when Jess first mentioned the clubbing idea. Jess towed Becker towards her room where their clothes awaited, leaving Matt with Emily.

"We should probably do as she says," Emily murmured, picking up her dress again and running her fingers over the satin material. Whilst she busied herself in changing into it, Matt unbuttoned his shirt painfully slowly, trying to draw everything out so he wouldn't have to go. "What do you think?" she asked quietly, standing simply in front of the coffee table with her hands smoothing down the front of the dress.

Matt gaped and cleared his throat, trying to find words. She was the most beautiful leprechaun he'd ever seen, the green of the dress and matching shoes offsetting her brown eyes and pale skin. He knew he had to go now. There was no way he could let Emily out of his sight. What if someone else wanted to dance with her?

With much more nimble fingers he finished removing his shirt and doing up his green one.

Abby and Connor emerged from their old room, ready to go and the four of them waited impatiently for Jess and Becker, imagining that he was probably stubbornly refusing to change.

"You look great by the way, Emily," Abby told her as she glanced away from the door for a moment.

"Thank you," Emily replied before complementing Abby too.

"This is killing me," Connor muttered. After a few minutes of standing in silence once more, he rushed to Jess' closed door with a groan and placed his ear against it.

"Connor!" Matt and Abby reprimanded.

"What? You want to know what's going on too!"

Abby shrugged and joined him at the door.

"I can't hear anything," she hissed as Emily wandered over, also intrigued.

The three of them fell back as Becker pulled the door open and glared down at them, clearly aware of the fact that they had been listening at the door. Somehow he had managed to convince Jess to allow him to wear a pair of black trousers with his own green check shirt.

"Right, let's go," Jess said enthusiastically, walking past her three friends on the floor without even noticing them.

Matt helped Emily to her feet and shook his head at Abby and Connor. His arm was around her waist as they trailed after Jess and Becker, who still looked glum and joined them for the car journey.

When they arrived at the club, Matt was dumbfounded. He had expected recognisable music which he could dance to and instead found something faster than he had ever heard. There were no lyrics, just an electronic drum beat and some type of guitar or keyboard layered over the top.

Emily stared in wonder at the flashing lights over the bar and the strobe lights reflecting off the glitter ball hanging in the centre of the dance floor. Everything was so surreal – she felt more like she was dreaming.

"Come on!" Jess exclaimed, taking Emily's hand and leading her to the floor, clearing a path through the crowds.

She glanced helplessly back at Matt, who grinned and followed leisurely before heading to the bar and ordering six whiskeys.

Emily had no idea what to do and simply tried to follow Jess' dancing, though she reckoned she looked pretty stupid next to the young girl who had probably been clubbing for many years now. Still, eventually she stopped being so self-conscious and enjoying herself. It helped to have Matt dancing with her.

He was just as inexperienced and had begun the night awkwardly shifting from foot to foot, boogying like an old man at a wedding. But even he was better than Becker who sat in one of the booths at the side of the floor watching them and tapping his foot. When Jess called him over to the floor, he would come but only to stand and twirl her around. Abby and Connor were better maybe, but even they couldn't top Jess' enthusiasm. It was physically tiring just to be around her.

By the end of the evening though, both Matt and Emily had adjusted to dancing and clubbing as well as their eyes had to the dim lighting. They still didn't like to dance in front of other people and didn't think they would return to the club unless Jess managed to persuade or bribe them again, but they had more fun than they predicted.

Matt was drunk like he wanted to be on his country's festive holiday and nothing could beat the high Emily felt from the energetic dancing and lights and atmosphere.

A/N: I thought I'd be a bit nicer to Emily in this one so I made it a positive experience for both her and Matt. I'd love to know what you thought and sorry, again, for not writing or updating sooner.