"Lemme tell ya aboutcha no good lyin' an' cheatin' ass," Seamus Flynn raged at his brother, entirely unaware that the hard pub floor that had been beneath his body just moments before was now soft, plush carpet. "All ya ever do is talk shit!"
"Boys," Sypher said and Seamus went cold all over before stopping himself mid rant and turning to look. "Bloody hell," he muttered as he stumbled and fumbled to get up and put his clothes to rights.