St. Patricks Day: Hills and Pubs
Summary: Willow and Tara go on their honeymoon to Ireland and visit an Irish Pub while in the great country.
Disclaimer: I do not own Willow or Tara. They belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
"Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!" The familiar chant filled the air as Willow and Tara walked into the Irish pub, amused to find a group of men crowding around a small woman as she chugged a beer in mere seconds.
"Another one, Bartender!" the small woman called, causing the whole bar to roar with excitement.
Willow and Tara watched in amazement as the girl grabbed the drink the bartender set before her and chugged it down as well, slamming the empty cup on the counter. "Wow," Tara whispered into Willow's ear, surprised by the sight before her.
"Very," Willow responded, turning to look at her wife in amusement.
"Ah, we got ourselves some tourists, I see," the bartender said, noticing the two ladies standing near the door. "Well don't just stand there. Come on in and have a seat."
"Thanks," Willow replied, taking Tara's hand and walking over to the bar.
"What'll be yer poison?" the small woman asked, from her seat near them.
"Huh?"
"What would you like to drink?" the bartender clarified, smiling at them.
"Oh, um, is water okay?" Tara asked, nervously.
The bartender nodded and gave her a gentle smile. "Yer a nervous one, aren't ya?"
Tara just nodded, not wanting to say anything else.
"What about you?" the bartender asked, looking at Willow.
"Um, same please."
"Irish or Scottish?" someone asked, sitting down beside Willow.
"Huh?"
"You're roots? Are you Irish or Scottish?" the man asked again, giving her a curious look.
"Irish," Willow replied, frowning at the man.
"Leave the poor girl alone," the bartender said, shooing the man away as he looked at Willow. "What's your name, girl?"
"Willow, Willow Rosenberg-Maclay," Willow told him, looking curiously at the bartender.
"Ah, and you?" he asked, turning to look at Tara.
"Tara," Tara whispered, ducking her head to hide behind her hair.
"Your girl's a shy one," the bartender told Willow, smiling.
"Yeah, she is," Willow admitted, looking over at Tara and giving her hand a comforting squeeze.
Tara lifted her eyes and smiled looking into Willow's green eyes and remembering thinking the grassy hills they had seen on the way here reminded her of her wife's eyes. "I love you," Tara whispered, losing herself into the emerald orbs.
"I love you," Willow responded, smiling back at her lover and soulmate.
A/N: Thank you Gimpy72 for always being willing to help with my stories.
A/N2: I hope everyone who reads this enjoys it. I know very little about Ireland. I have never been there so I know nothing. Just what I saw in movies or read in books, and I doubt that it was completely true.