mm_j (mm_j) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-04-13 19:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | dermot, seamus |
Brudders Flynn in some trouble! Tuesday night.
So Seamus hadn't exactly kept his word to God. Not exactly.
But surely even the good Lord would understand that when a bloody gorgeous ol' lass like Mrs. Lively came in the Lamb and tucked yer tip down the front of yer pants with a little scrap of paper with her address written on it, ya just didn't say no.
Or maybe he wouldn't, as he'd seen fit to send her husband home an hour early. Seamus hadn't even had the chance to get really into it yet and the next thing he knew he was about to fight a man wearin' nothin but one black sock and one gray. And he woulda been fightin', had the fella not pulled out a sawed off and pointed it right toward his naked balls.
He didn't even feel like a pussy when he ran with his clothes in a bundle that he tucked in front of his crotch after the first shot shattered the wood of the door between his knees.
He just prayed Dermot was in the car where he'd left 'im.