Saoirse MacDougal (![]() ![]() @ 2010-06-21 17:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | adrian pucey, katie bell |
who: Katie and Adrian
when: 21 June 2004
where: Katie's place, Dingle, Ireland
what: Satisfying some cravings.
Journal still sitting open on the coffee table, the coffee table which was buried beneath a mountain of magazines and cigarette butts, Katie ran about her flat trying to pick up a bit. Even at her best though, cleaning for company consisted of tossing things into piles pushed round the edge of the room. Her flat was never dirty, just very untidy and disorganized. Still, in the short time between demanding Adrian come over and his arrival, she'd cleared up most of the sitting room and pulled out a frying pan. The one thing she hadn't done, was manage to find some clean, dry shorts, as most of her warm weather clothing was in the process of line drying for her trip to India. And as it was bloody well hot in her flat, she simply didn't bother dressing. Adrian had seen her in far less than knickers and a string top before so it didn't particularly register that it might be polite to dress.
As for the alcohol, well... nothing needed to be done. The flat was practically drowning in it; Katie's brother Callum, who owned a pub in Athenry, always made sure his little sister had everything she could ever want or need in terms of beverages.The liquor cabinet was full, the icebox had mixers, and just about everywhere one turned there was an optical, growler or keg just waiting for a tap. Most of Katie's furniture, even, had been hand-crafted from old whiskey barrels. As any well-to-do Irish woman, Katie loved her alcohol.
But she loved bacon-bearing boys even more.