((Alright guys! Here is chapter 2. Yes I know, it isn't much, and nothing has happened yet. Well not alot. But a bit more about Emilie pops out here, as well as more of the twins!))
Murphy followed behind his brother, allowing an older woman with a dog to past by him, before stepping back beside him. "Aye Con..How do ye know where she lives?" Murphy finally cracked up, his right eyebrow lifting an inch.
The twin just made a small grin, looking towards his brother, "I walked her home before. Lass didn't want to walk the streets alone a night. I just happened to stop in the diner after work." Connor shrugged, giving an even wider grin towards his twin.
Suddenly a hard slap came to the back of his head, "I saw her first Connor! If it wasn't for me, ye would have never even met her!" The heavy growl came from Murphy's throat now, lips in a light snarl.
"I don't ever see ya making a move with her! Ye always just sit there, and google at her with them blues of yers. I kept waiting around to see if ye ass would make a move," Connor rubbed his chin a little bit as the trailer court came into view, which caused Murphy to raise his eyebrow a bit.
"Tis a gypsy hood, Con." Murphy looked over at his brother, fishing his cigarettes from the pocket of his pea coat. "Ye sure that you brought her here? She don't look like no gyspy." He placed the butt of the cigarette between his lips, flicking his zippo to light up.
Connor nodded, "Ya, more than sure. She lives in the trailer in the second court, on the left." Connor rubbed the back of his head a bit, leading his brother between a few of the trailers, before pointing at the light blue one. "She always led me back to tis one." Soon enough his boot hit the first step, and found himself standing on the porch.
Murphy stood behind him, smoke rolling out from his mouth as he looked around the area, feeling a little uneasy. He had heard a lot about the area, mostly when at work, or sitting at the bar. The Irish man couldn't really believe that the little red head girl in the diner lived in the gypsy court, she really didn't look like the type of girl to live here. But then again, he never met a girl out of the gypsy court, besides a few of the older woman…They was nothing special to look at, unlike Emilie. Hell Murphy never had a thing for red head till his eyes spotted Emilie.
Just as Connor went to knock on the screen door, the heavy door behind it was pulled open quickly. "I'll be back later tonight Ma! Don't wait up for me." Emilie's voice rang into both of their ears, her not even looking at them yet. Her pale hand went to push the screen door open, and just as she did Connor launched back, almost knocking Murphy back onto his ass.
"T'fuck you doing!"Murphy yelled out, clutching for the railing of the porch. He couldn't really register what was going on yet, before he could his ears picked up the sounds of the small yapping of a dog. His face turned up, eyes getting a little wide as he looked at Connor. His eyes then shifted towards Emilie, whom had her hand over her mouth as she was trying not to giggle, following her eyes down to look at the overly small dog that was barking at Connor's feet. "Connor's scared of a wee dog!"Murphy busted out laughing, just as Emilie started to laugh as well.
Connor's eyes got narrow, glaring down at the dog before looking back at the two laughing at him. "I ain't scared!"He growled out now, slowly pulling himself away from Murphy. Connor was about onto of him, trying to push Murphy between him, and the dog. "Put that rat back, and let's go! My bar stool is getting cold." Connor angrily pushed past Murphy, stomping down the porch steps.
"Pippy, get back in the house, "The red head pointed into the house holding the door open. The little dog gave a growl towards Murphy, as well as a little snort before jumping back into the house. "Sorry about that. The rat things she owns the place." Emilie chuckled softly, looking back from the door before down at both of the boys. Connor waited at the bottom of the steps, puffing away at a cigarette, clearly embarrassed, while Murphy stood closest to her.
Murphy looked over her, his blue hues scanning over the petite body in front of him. She looked hell of a good, hell of a good. Emilie wore a shirt that hung loosely from her shoulders, allowing the straps to her tank top, and bra show, it also was low on her chest, allowing her pale chest area to stick out more. Nirvana was scribbled a crossed the shirt, the letters looking to be worn out from overuse. The sides of the shirt were cut out, showing off her dark tank top underneath. The dark color of the shirt made her skin pop out in the moonlight that cast over the porch. Her jeans was also a dark color, ripped in the left thigh, and the right knee cap, but the material clung to her legs. Showing off every curve that she had so far, even if she was smaller than his pinky finger. Emilie looked good, no she looked amazing. Murphy was shook out of his thoughts, hearing a small throat clear from in front of him. "We better get going before he gets to upset with me." His pale blue eyes moved from where he was staring at her, looking back into her emerald greens with a slight nod.
The moment Emilie walked into McGinty's, she could tell the place was warm, and oh so welcoming! It seemed like everyone that was in there knew of the twins, as well as welcomed her inside with open arms. Of course, a few of the woman didn't look to happy. Seeing her with the two, very well like, Irish men. The boy took the girl over to their spot at the bar, lucky enough there was a stool in between them both.
Before Emilie could even tell Connor that she didn't drink, he had a pint of Guinness sat in front of her, as well as shot of something that looked like hell in her eyes. The boys lifted their own shots, holding them out into her eye range. "What. Light drinker, Lass?" Connor's voice echoed in her ear now, making her shiver. "Scared of a wee shot? " Emilie quickly raised her glass, grinning a little bit as both of them hit their own glasses against hers before the three of them downed the shot together.
Emilie's green hues grew a little, trying not to cough the burning liquid back up. As well as trying not to make herself seem like a pussy. Plus she wanted to fit in with them both; Emilie liked having them around, even if this was the first time the three of them hung out. Outside of her work. "Don't worry. I can hold my own."She piped up, her voice cracking a little bit as her hand wrapped around her glass of Guinness. Oh how she was going to struggle with this one, dark beer was NOT her thing.
The twins smiled at her, Connor's lips curling up a little as he heard that small crack coming from her lips. "Emilie this here is Doc. Doc tis Emilie. The little Scottish lass from the diner, "Connor waved the older man over, "The one Murph was always going on about."
Emilie's pale cheeks flared up now, Murphy growling beside her, holding her hand out towards the older bar tender. "Nice to meet ya. "Giving him her warm friendly smile, Doc took her hand, and they both shook hands for a split second. Before he could say anything he was called towards the end of the bar, where a rowdy bunch was seated. She just dropped her hand back down on her glass, pulling it to her lips to make another quick swig.
Both of the boys chuckled, "Don't drink do ya, lass?" Murphy spoke up, pulling the dark ale from her hands as he sat his empty glass down.
"Truthfully, no."She shook her head now, rubbing her hand over her lips for a moment, "How can you guy's drink that, it tastes worst then the coffee at work." She said, clearing her throat a little bit.
They both laughed a little bit, Emilie tensing up a little bit as she felt a hand on her lower back rubbing small circles. "Aye. I agree with ye on that, the coffee at the diner is shitty. But sadly, yer lying about the rest of it. This shit is the best." Connor held up his own glass, before pressing it to his lips.
Emilie's eyes looked over both of them; Murphy was trying to get a cigarette out from the almost empty pack. So it wasn't his hand touching her. Emilie then looked over towards Connor, and when she did the hand on her back made a tighter hold on her, the man just gave her a small grin back. "Come on, Lass. Come dance with me."He grinned more, nodding his head back to where there was a little clear space.
"No one else is dancing, Connor."She chuckled softly, feeling him tugging at her more. "It would be a slight bit awkward, dancing when there is no one else." Before she could protest anymore Connor pulled her out of her seat, and she almost crashed into him.
He looked down at her with a goofy grin, "So what. Besides I think ye owe me, after that dog." Connor's face turned a little bit, as he reminded himself what happened just hours ago.
Emilie chuckled as she slowly stepped down from the bar, looking back towards Murphy now. Her little smile melted as she felt an icy glare from him, almost look like his was growling a bit as Connor pulled her away, and towards the middle of the bar.