The day rolled into the afternoon and he'd become less frightened of the place and more bored than anything. He called for Misty who was there within seconds, smiling, "Yes?"
"Can I have something to drink? Like beer?" he smiled nicely, hoping she'd fill his request.
She left and he heard her speaking with Ellen. She returned with Dos Equis beer and he started laughing.
Ellen was leaning in the door, "What? Did you think we kept Guinness in the house for those times when we decide to kidnap an Irishman?" She popped hers open from the doorway and sipped it.
"Dos Equis it is," he said and drank half in one gulp. Misty had one as well and drank several sips before saying, "Oh Guinness is much better." She beamed at Sheamus. He fake smiled back and thought of clocking her with the beer bottle.
Later Sheamus and Misty were both sleeping on the couch. Empty bottles littered the floor. Ellen had drank half of one, which Sheamus had finished off and she was out in the living area sitting on the sofa. She wanted to go swimming but she couldn't risk leaving Misty alone. When she tried to wake Misty, she had met drunk, mean Misty and given up. Just as she was about to try again, Misty staggered out of the room. "Hey," she said drunkenly.
"Hey back," Ellen chuckled at Misty's sideways walk. Misty made her way to the couch and plopped beside Ellen.
"He's passed out," Misty said matter of factly. "I tried to touch his dick but she slapped my hand." She started laughing, "He won't even remember doing that."
Ellen wondered how true that was but added, "No, I'm sure he won't." It seemed to make Misty laugh more. "Come on," Ellen pulled her up. "Let's get in the pool. It'll wake up you."
"Isn't that dangerous?" Misty was saying as they headed out the door. Ellen laughed.