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eithne (en-ya) ([info]eithne) wrote in [info]providence_rpg,
@ 2008-09-15 20:48:00

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who VW Bug [info]saab, Bonny Portmore [info]eithne & Sex on Wheels [info]aokeefe
where Murph's Irish Pub
when Monday night, because they don't know the word "STOP"
rating HIGH.



A hand went to her chest, as Eithne stopped at the stool behind her best mate. Her shift was officially ending. Once the obnoxious Cookoo clock on the wall chimed 9 p.m., she was officially free. Dinner had been served. The usual old drunks had their fill. Now it was just time to pass away the night. Or should we say "piss away"? Luckily for Saab, Eithne had rigged her iPod to the speakers. What did that mean? Why it meant Eithne was singing to her! Flogging Molly. Their best Guinness Raising song. "Whistles the Wind". With a broom handle in her hand, and the other now at rest on her friend's shoulder, she sang away. "Well it breaks my heart to see you this way. The beauty in life, where's it gone?" But at that moment, Murph stepped out of the kitchen and managed to send a coaster flying at her.

"OY! That could have put out an eye!" But that unruly uncle, he probably intended to blind her. A trick from his old I.R.A. days. Stupid Irishmen, but she got the hint. Abandoning Saab, Eithne finished up sweeping away the remnants of dinner that didn't make it into the drunks' mouths.

But that little blue bird sailed out on his wooden plank. Nine o'clock. She was useless after nine and Murph knew it. With a skip to her step, she hurried around the counter and passed off the broom.

"SAAB! Whatchu workin' on?" Even though she was already pouring a glass of Strongbow. A higher alcohol content than beer. That's right and the best part? It tasted amazing.

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[info]ex_saab41
2008-09-15 08:24 pm UTC (link)
Saab had been sitting at the bar for the last two hours of Eithne's shift, nose stuck in a German book from the library. It was confusing, attempting to teach oneself a language. The book claimed to have come with a CD (tsay-day as the pronunciation went) but it wasn't in the little flap, and Saab was pretty much lost without it. She'd drowned her failing sorrows in several glasses, and was feeling warm and a bit dizzy, and while the German was making more sense in a drunk kind of way, the letters before her were not keeping their English meanings. Eithne's wailing her ear didn't make things any clearer. "Oi, stop it. I am trying to learn my father's tongue," she whined, shrugging her friend off. She watched Eithne pour the glass and pushed her own away. No more for her. Not unless someone interesting came in and the situation called for hilarity. Saab was funnier when she was drunk, she knew it. She was willing to sacrifice a headache-free day at work for humor's sake.

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[info]aokeefe
2008-09-15 08:33 pm UTC (link)
Aidan had been sitting in a dark, nearly secluded corner of the bar most of the evening. The waitress kept a steady stream of drinks coming, and he kept a steady eye on one pretty little thing in particular. He'd been keeping an eye on her for a couple days, plotting and planning, and biding his time as only a hardened excon could do.

She was a Cameron. Sister of the two low life scum sucking pricks who had arrested him. Irish were supposed to take care of their own. Well, Aidan O'Keefe would show those dithering idiots just how Irish took care of their own.

Soon. For now, he was merely watching, and waiting. Oh, and drinking. Most men would probably be on the floor by now, but not Aidan. He held his drink well, especially when he was motivated.

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[info]eithne
2008-09-15 08:49 pm UTC (link)
Working in a pub like this meant Eithne had seen plenty of different types of drinkers. The type that mirrored the dark brooder in the back booth? Those were too frequent to count and she had learned just to get their drinks and move on. As much as she wished she could pick up their spirits, if they were Irish--which undoubtedly this one was--they were best to their drink. Didn't mean she didn't offer a smile each visit or try with at least some sort of friendly conversation. He was cuter than the lot of them, so that earned him bonus points.

But Saab and her stupid German. Why she came to Murph's to read and learn a language was completely beyond Eithne. This wasn't exactly the kind of place you could read in. If the music was blaring some kind of folky Irish tune, it was a football game broadcasted through satellite straight from the motherland. Only Saab, the crazy melting pot, would try to study now. Brown students. Seriously. The Strong Bow poured, she slid it across the bar and claimed the empty stool beside her mate. Today's outfit was a pair of skinny jeans, tank top and a scarf. Immediately taking a hearty sip of the cider, she leaned in closer to Saab.

"That brooder in the back? He's done nothin' but stare at you since we've arrived." Oh, was that Samwise Gamgee? Her addition of his accent could have won her an award, if she was male. Instead, she laughed and took another seat. "He's cute. Should we invite him over?"

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[info]ex_saab41
2008-09-15 08:57 pm UTC (link)
Saab turned to get a look at the 'brooder'. Huh. He was cute. In a brooding, perpetually angry kind of way. That had never stopped either of the girls, though. She adjusted her blouse, tugging it down in the back -- she hated bar stools, always made her feel like her jeans were far too low and she was flashing some poor old man. Shirt adjusted, she leaned into Eithne conspiratorially. "They call him Strider. One of them Ranger folk. Nasty piece of work, he is," she wasn't called upon often to imitate heavily bearded bartenders, so her voice was a bit off, but she did her best with the accent. She slammed shut her book. "Ugh, thinking about that scene reminds me of the guy with the ferret. I've always wanted a ferret," she stole Eithne's glass and took a gulp before returning it, making a face. "Go on then, invite him over. I wonder if he'll call you Mister Underhill just to keep the theme going," she grinned.

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[info]aokeefe
2008-09-15 09:13 pm UTC (link)
Aidan couldn't be certain, but he had a feeling the Cameron girl and her friend at the bar were talking about him. Something about the way they kept glancing at him, that was a pretty good indication, and for that reason he smiled back at them, almost shyly. He was certain the Cameron girl didn't know who he was, and why would she? Her brothers had locked him away, but there was no reason to flash his mug shot at their sister. No, her body language was too casual to indicate she might know who he was. He was nobody, then, just another brooding patron in an Irish pub.

He knew it wouldn't stay that way long. Oh no. He had plans for little miss Cameron. He hoped for an opportunity to put things into motion this very evening, but her friend was a potential obstacle. Aidan didn't want any witnesses, when he made his move.

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[info]eithne
2008-09-15 09:34 pm UTC (link)
Of course they were talking about him! Did he not look in the mirror every morning? He was very attractive and he chose an Irish pub over all the other ones for gorgeous men like him. That was a good sign. Meant he appreciated the taste of beer and the atmosphere the Irish were renown for. Either way, Eithne refrained from obviously turning around to face him. Saab had done enough of that. She smirked, allowing her imagination to have some fun. Oh, Frodo, why did you have to be such an inspiration on these little girls' minds? But as her smirk sat there, wandering away like some Ranger in the wild, Saab was taking advantage of her bleeding cider.

Eithne grabbed her arm, pulling her ear to her lips for a whisper. "You draw far too much attention to yourself, Mister Underhill." But towards the end of the quote, she had a laugh forming in her throat. "Uncle, get this cunt her own, would you? And how about another Guinness?" Murph went to work with the two drink orders, mumbling about how he ought to hire more help. Saab was ignored. She had her own Strong Bow to keep her satisfied now and Eithne picked up the pint of stout.

Sliding easily off the stool, she wandered to the back, corner booth where lonely Mister Strider sat. "Heyla, Longshanks." She grinned playfully. "I got this stout with your name on it, but under one condition--you come sit with m'mate and me and make us feel pretty." But that made her laugh once again. She was trying to be smooth, but the ridiculousness of her approach probably would scare off even the most desperate of blokes. Her shoulders curled and the laughter took over her expression. It was a silent gesture, though, and once she calmed down she spoke again. "I'm Eithne. That's Sabine and we really would like it if you joined us, but no obligation. Of course."

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[info]ex_saab41
2008-09-15 09:48 pm UTC (link)
A giggle escaped her throat as Eithne whispered in her ear, and she tapped her fingers on the bar impatiently. "C'mon Murph, Jesus," the man slid the cider down to her, and Saab took a tentative sip. "I think yours is nicer," she said pointing at Eithne's drink before taking a larger gulp of her own. She spun around on the stool, feet hooked onto the rungs between the legs of the stool, back against the bar as she watched Eithne. She was lucky to have such a brassy friend, so willing to take things into her own slender hands. They didn't always agree, but things turned out all right most of the time. She put the glass to her lips as she watched Eithne, waving when her name was brought up.

Why wouldn't that guy join them? It was a seriously good opportunity for something. Unless he was married or celibate, having drinks with girls like Sabine and Eithne usually turned out good for someone. And that was another thing about Sabine and Eithne -- Saab wouldn't ever hold it against the Irish girl for ditching her for a guy -- at least not one as good looking as the newly dubbed Strider. "I don't bite!" She called over, setting her glass on the bar. "Not unless you want me to!" She giggled. Goddamn, calm down girl. That cider was a bad idea.

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[info]aokeefe
2008-09-15 10:12 pm UTC (link)
"Name's Ronan," Aidan offered up his brother's name, his accent deliberately thick when he spoke. Prison had dulled his voice, giving him a more thuggish quality, rather than his native Irish lilt. He had to focus, to form the words, the exaggerated sounds of Irish.

He smiled a devious smile at the girl. Eithne. Very old school Irish, which only made him smile more. He loved her voice, already. Damn her brothers, for making him think he would have to use her to get back at them. Well, that would come later.

"Y'friend's got spunk." He arched a brow at Eithne. "You must be the brains," he added with an impish grin. "Sure, I'll have a drink with th'two best lookin' ladies this side a'the Atlantic. Other side too, aye?"

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[info]eithne
2008-09-15 10:24 pm UTC (link)
"Ronan," she repeated, nodding to herself. A good, strong Irish name. How much better could he get? Irish. Trapped in America. Drank Guinness. Aragorn hair, okay, seriously they would stop soon with the Lord of the Rings allusions. Just, right now it fit so damn well. So dangerous already. Now if he was just Catholic, she'd have her legs wrapped around him. In a completely, non-slutty way. Maybe. Quite possibly. Eithne too had her own Irish draw, though it tended to fade depending on her company. With Saab? It was more American with a harder 'r' sound. With her parents, it was pure Irish. That's what she got from inhabiting the Emerald Isle for over six years.

When he motioned to Saab, she turned back to look at her. A single corner of her lips turned upwards, as she stifle another laugh. "I wish. Usually, it's the od'er way 'round." Oh, great. Now sitting with him, talking with him, she'd start with the full out dialect. She may have pulled out the flattery card, but it didn't make it any easier to accept. Her grin took a slightly more bashful turn, as she held out the glass for him. "D'en here is m'peace offering. Come on d'en." She grinned, pausing for effect. "Ronan, o'the Emerald Isle."

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[info]ex_saab41
2008-09-15 10:42 pm UTC (link)
Saab cocked her head as she watched them. Alright, she wouldn't mind if Eithne stole boys, but she didn't appreciate being promised another drinking partner and then losing the first one she had. "Can you guys make up your fucking minds?" she called over, glancing at Murph, rolling her eyes. Your niece is a twat sometimes, she said to him mentally. "Either you come over here, or I go over there, or I go home," another swig of cider. She wouldn't mind going home. She was terribly sleepy all of a sudden. She flipped open her german book and glanced at the pages before her. "Kommen sie...." she started. "Hier? Kommen sie hier?" She looked at Eithne again.

Ronan, ooh of course Eithne'd be sucked in by the Irishness. Now she couldn't dispute why Saab liked the Cameron boys so much -- Irish men had a lot going for them. Their looks, first of all. The drinking, maybe, could get old. S'alright when she was young, but she expected to grow out of it soon enough. So maybe Irish boys were things of youth.

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[info]aokeefe
2008-09-17 07:37 pm UTC (link)
"Y'friend sounds like she's got a mouth full o'shit," Aidan stated. He stood, and hitched his jeans up. He'd lost a bit of weight in prison, and he still bought the old size he wore before he went up river, out of habit.

Of course he wanted to get Eithne alone, but he didn't want to be obvious. For now, he'd play along and join the two of them. He'd cozy up to Eithne, and hope the friend realised she wasn't wanted, and eventually wandered off. He wanted that to be her choice, or Eithne's choice. Not his.

If she stuck around too long, he might have to find some creative way to get rid of her. He was already annoyed she'd seen his face, she could identify him, if it came up, later, when Eithne was missing.

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[info]eithne
2008-09-17 07:54 pm UTC (link)
Sabine was frightfully restless. The shouts from the bar caused Eithne to turn around and flash her favourite finger. Her uncle, who had been wiping down the bar in between his own shots of whiskey, sounded a tight-lipped laugh. Whether he was laughing at Saab's comment about his niece or her returned gesture, he kept out of it. That's what Eli was good for. But Eithne didn't need her uncle's encouragement, for as soon as she turned around she was greeted by Ronan's comment that made her jaw drop with a shocked laugh.

Once she had calmed herself enough and he had risen from the booth; "Nah, t'ats just German. She t'inks it makes her sexy, being foreign and the lot." Guiding Ronan, or Aidan as it were, to the counter. She claimed her original spot beside Saab, which left an empty stool beside her. Of course, she couldn't help herself as her fingers clenched lightly over her mate's ear.

"Little miss impatient thing," and her hands returned to her previously abandoned cider. "Sabine, t'is is Ronan. Ronan, this is m'best mate, Sabine. Or Saab. Like the car."

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[info]ex_saab41
2008-09-17 09:08 pm UTC (link)
"I am a well oiled machine," Sabine agreed, knocking back another swig of cider. "And I do not need foreign languages to make me sexy, Miss One Year Closer to Thirty," she stuck out her tongue at Eithne. She could see, even through the haze of alcohol, that Mister Irish was impatient about something. To get Eithne alone? To get into Eithne's well-fitting jeans? Saab wasn't big on spoiling things -- she'd certainly rather have Eithne gone if she was in a similar situation, so she chucked the rest of the cider down her neck and banged the glass on the counter.

"I can see," she announced, "that I am hardly wanted nor needed." A hand went to her hair, sweeping her bangs from her forehead, tucking strays behind her ears. "And I'll be happy to leave you two to connect over Irish roots but I haven't a ride and I'm not walking home. Find me a driver," she demanded, slumping slightly. Lucky Eithne. And who was she to accuse Saab of thinking foreignness made her sexy? She of the great acquired Irish accent.

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[info]aokeefe
2008-09-17 09:33 pm UTC (link)
Aidan smiled. Oh, Saab was a smart one, he could tell. She might be trouble, down the road. If Eithne went missing tonight, she'd know for sure. And there was the old man behind the bar. Well, fucking hell. He wasn't going to be able to pull off his grand plan this night. He'd have to be content to mess with her, hopefully fuck her, and let her go. Nab her later, when the witnesses had forgotten his face.

"I've little doubt that can be arranged, Saab, was it? Like the car, right. Yes, Saab." Aidan tilted his head, and grinned at Saab. Really, the sooner she left the better. it wasn't anything personal. he liked her well enough, but he didn't have a score to settle with her family. Fucking Irish cops. Who did they think they were, sending a countryman up river? Aidan intended to show them what a fucking mistake that was.

He let a hand drift to Eithne's arm, casual, intimate. Setting the tone. He was a sweet, romantic guy. Down on his luck, sure. Seeking companionship. He had it all worked out in his mind.

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[info]eithne
2008-09-17 09:48 pm UTC (link)
A well-oiled machine? Eithne exchanged a look with her self-proclaimed best mate at that moment. Yeah, that meant Eithne interpreted it to match their affectionate word for one another. Eurowhore. Her face even contorted at that moment, mouthing the words without speaking them aloud. Well-oiled machine? But Ronan's words interrupted that thought. He was keen on getting her out and honestly, Eithne didn't mind. She knew what it was like, sitting as a third while and watching your mate flirt. Not much fun in that part of the gig, that's for certain but there was one advantage to it. Safety, but that's why they were at Murph's. Her uncle was behind the bar and doing what every semi-fatherly type does, keeping an eye on his niece.

She turned a slightly coy, delicate smile to Ronan at the touch of his hand. He wasn't wasting much time, now was he? Either way, she turned back to the bar and tapped the counter. "Eli, call Saab a car, yeah?" And like a good uncle, he went after the phone.

Eithne went to her bag, which was on the other end of the bar so that meant she had to lean over the counter to reach beneath. Claiming the handmade shoulder sling, she reached inside for her wallet. Five dollars were claimed and set in front of her friend. "Since it was my turn to pay anyway."

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[info]ex_saab41
2008-09-17 10:01 pm UTC (link)
Saab folded her arms and and crossed her legs, leaning on the bar, watching Ronan and Eithne. She wished she had some Irish in her -- they seemed to gravitate to each other. So where were all the culturally confused Italian German boys, huh? Eli returned, nodding at Saab. Oh, cabs. How buh-rilliant. Eithne was going to fuck this good-looking young man and Saab was going to take a stinky cab home to fall into her bed fully clothed and wake the next morning with a slight headache and no appetite.

Did she have to work? Fuck. Maybe she'd just call Mitch and take a sick day. Maybe they could both take sick days. Maybe they could take a sick day together. But then it wouldn't be a sick day. Stop. Thinking. Saab attempted to clear her mind and focus on the door, waiting for the cab to pull up. "Hey!" she exclaimed suddenly, patting her hands on the bar. "I wonder if Rooney the Rooster would pick me up in his cop car with the lights flashing," she smiled dreamily. "Something about those lights and handcuffs,"

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[info]aokeefe
2008-09-17 10:23 pm UTC (link)
Aidan felt a surge of anger. He curled his hands and grit his teeth and tried to swallow it back down. It felt like bile in his throat. He managed, only because he couldn't afford to lash out now. No. He had to keep that anger in check. He had a plan, and it was a grand, master plan. he couldn't fuck it up over a stupid comment from Saab.

Saab wasn't part of Aidan's plan. Saab was an obstacle he hadn't counted on. He was tempted to take her out of the picture completely. Hell, it might come to that if she didn't get her nose out of his business. Aidan had a tendency toward paranoia. All those years locked in a 10x12 cell might have had something to do with that.

Fuck Rooney Cameron. So much more effective to go after his sister. Aidan smiled, and it may have appeared he was agreeing with Saab. So be it. He wasn't going to ruin his plan over her.

"I bet that would be thrilling, Saab," he said, without looking at her. His eyes were focused on Eithne. She was pretty. He almost, almost felt bad for using her the way he would.

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[info]eithne
2008-09-17 10:33 pm UTC (link)
Luckily for the girls, that anger went unnoticed. Or maybe it was unlucky. Ignorance, however, was bliss. While Aidan was angry over the combination of mention and memory over Rooney's name, it was the name that Saab placed with it that threw Eithne off. Her hand desperately went after the pint of cider, as she took a hearty sip. "Rooney the Rooster," she pointed out with a bit of a tone, "Is only such by me. I do not recall you spending twenty-eight years with him." Yes, she was only twenty-fucking-eight years old. NOT one year away from thirty. That little brat, trying to make her feel old. Now it was okay to go steal the nicknames Eithne gave to her best play mate? Hah. She was just trying to piss her off. Well, so it seemed.

Either way, Eithne went to her bag again, digging around for her mobile phone. Once located, she excused herself and leaned back slightly in the stool. That way Ronan and Saab could get some words in. Rooney answered and was in quite the mood. Of course, Eithne returned the attitude and hung up after two minutes.

"Yeah, he says t'fuck off." Insert smug grin. "Anyway, Eli went through t'at trouble o'getting the cab for yah. Might as well use it, aye?"

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[info]aokeefe
2008-09-20 09:30 pm UTC (link)
With Saab out of the picture, Aidan relaxed considerably. There were still too many witnesses, seeing him talking to Eithne, but as long as her bastard cop brother didn't show up, Aidan didn't really care anymore. He just wanted to get Eithne alone, have his way with her. He'd be content with that, to start. He had all the time in the world to put his plan in motion.

"So," he drew a finger up to trail along the length of her arm. He leaned on the bar, his bright eyes focused on her as if she were the only thing that mattered in all the world. "Where were we?" He smiled a little smile, and let his tongue slide across his lips.

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[info]eithne
2008-09-20 09:40 pm UTC (link)
One part of the party was relaxed, which meant the other could, as well. That sort of energy carried, whether it was fully understood or not. Eithne had no way of knowing the reason for his considerable shift change, but she certainly would not be one to complain. It was unfortunate on her part that Eithne rarely met a stranger. A curse of her upbringing, surely. Once Saab slipped out, Eithne leaned back over the bar to drop her bag where it had once sat. So, in a way, she could relax knowing it was safely tucked away. Not that she had much to her name, but what she did have was not going to easily be given up.

Her posture dropped back into the support of the stool. As his finger slid over her arm, a rather coy smile touched her lips. Eyes followed the course his tongue took but she had to take a moment to herself. She exhaled and turned her attention to the bar. "Eli, 'nother round, aye?"

Then she turned full to him. Her elbow propped up on the bar, so she almost mimicked his position. "I t'ink I was going to ask you what city your family's from."

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[info]aokeefe
2008-09-20 10:09 pm UTC (link)
"I'm guessin' y'don't mean Boston." Aidan said, in a means to ease into the subject. "Cork, then. M'family owns a B&B, and a pub, of all things. M'pappy thought to find a better life in Boston." Aidan shrugged.

He avoided eye contact with Eli as the round of drinks was delivered. His hand snaked up to wrap around his. Clearly personal conversation was not a comfortable subject. Aidan might well have looked about to jump out of his skin.

And it was entirely possible everything he'd said was a carefully crafted lie.

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[info]eithne
2008-09-20 10:17 pm UTC (link)
He did have that Bostonian Irish flair to him. She came in contact with a lot of them, seeing as she and her brothers did make a few trips down to the big city to celebrate St. Patty's right. Really, though, the accents couldn't have varied that much. Bostonian Americans and Islanders spoke enough of the same dialect to make the different difficult to decipher. When the drinks arrived, Eithne gave her uncle a smile. He was used to these sorts of encounters. Sure, the first few it bugged him but she was a grown woman. Perhaps Elijah also saw his own behaviours in his niece to prevent from scolding. Bottom line was, he wouldn't be giving any trouble.

Despite that, Ronan seemed a bit off. Her head dropped slightly to a single shoulder, increasing her inquisitive glance with a furrowed brow. If it was a lie and this uncomfortable demeanour he picked up, it could have all been a brilliant ploy, whether he meant it or not. For it immediately envoked pity and concern. Her hand went to his knee and her voice touched a whisper.

"Hey, is t'at not an okay subject? We can talk 'bout somet'in else, if you'd like." Eithne even gave him a comforting, gentle smile. Her thumb stroking the inside of his thigh with that same intent.

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[info]aokeefe
2008-09-20 11:30 pm UTC (link)
"It's fine," Aidan shrugged with one shoulder. He sipped his drink and licked his lips as he set the glass down. "I was just feelin' homesick f'the motherland, aye." He smiled a little smile.

"And you? Where're your folk from?" he asked, leaning in toward her a little more. His hand wrapped around his mug, fingers drumming on the side of it. Her hand on his thigh was a nice touch. He'd have to play the sympathy card a bit, see where it led.

Unless he managed to get her out of the pub, and somewhere private, where they could be alone, and he could explore the feel of her hand on his thigh a bit more intimately.

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[info]eithne
2008-09-20 11:37 pm UTC (link)
Even if it was an attempt at provoked sympathy, he sure knew how to play it well. That sort of, let me shrug it off and be masculine, factor always kept a woman's interest. The harder the shell, the more fun it would be to crack and all the more sentiment. Eithne nodded, although her hand remained there but with the stroke of her thumb decreased. Her right hand encompassed the pint glass, noting its cool texture which was welcoming considering the amount of drink she had had over the course of the night made her a bit warm.

"I know what yah mean. I was in Ireland for near seven years. Just came back," she paused for thought, "Oh, five months ago, I t'ink." But once she finished, she flashed a sweet smile and went after her cider.

"Kilkenny. M'oldest brothers were born there, as well, but I s'pose somewhere 'long the lines o'the IRA wars they decided it'd be safer to move here. Your folks follow the same?"

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[info]aokeefe
2008-09-21 12:30 am UTC (link)
Aidan nodded. "Oh, aye. It was a bit like that, I s'pose." He ran a hand over his jaw. "Ma's Irish too, aye, but Da met her in Boston. M'oldest sister's been back to Ireland three times, an' m'youngest sister's been once."

He was getting a little too personal now, he realised he'd dropped his guard and revealed truthful facts. He pulled himself back in with a sigh. "When y'invited me over, I was of th'impression we wouldn't be hanging here, long." He tilted his head down, looking at her through his lashes. Just suggestive enough to be sexy, at least that was his intent. He was a bit rusty on wooing a woman, having been removed from the general population for a number of years.

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[info]eithne
2008-09-21 12:40 am UTC (link)
The Army was a funny subject. Not many Americans knew about it and not many Irishmen wanted to talk about it. Especially her father and uncle. Eithne learned about it first hand, but only when she decided to transplant herself into the mother country. Otherwise, she hadn't gotten a word out of her Mum & Da. Although her curiosity was forever sparked on the subject, she knew when to delete it from conversation. The way Ronan, or Aidan, rotated to the stories about his sisters signalled just that. Despite the change of subject, it was welcomed. Hearing he had an abundance of the opposite sex for siblings, much like Eithne. Five older brothers. Rotten luck.

She turned to sip from her cider, just as Aidan broke the formalities. Enough with the chase, why not take it a step further? She tried not to laugh, until that sip settled in her stomach. Turning back to him, Eithne quirked a brow. "Steady on," she teased, pressing her index finger to the tip of his nose. Her hand went back to her drink, so she could finish what she could. The nearly empty glass met the counter and she stood up, once more, to reach over for her bag. "Eli, headin' out. See ya' tomorrow!" No tab. She had a deal with her uncle.

Eithne slipped off the stool and shouldered her bag, waiting for him to follow. "I live 'round the block. You a'right with walkin'?"

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[info]aokeefe
2008-09-21 12:51 am UTC (link)
"My legs ain't broke, and I ain't drunk enough to stumble." He slid off the stood, and stretched when his feet hit the floor. He looked over to offer a wave to Eli, for hospitality's sake, before moving toward the door. He stepped ahead of Eithne to open the door for her. He may have had a motive for taking her away from the pub, but he had manners, at least when it suited his needs to display them.

Aidan would have been content just to walk, without conversation. He was a man of few words, but he could tell Eithne liked to talk. He didn't mind listening. He liked her voice. "Aside from th'years y'spent in Ireland, have y'lived in Providence all your life?"

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[info]eithne
2008-09-21 01:00 am UTC (link)
She laughed sweetly, pushing those short lengths of brown out of her eyes. Always had such a way, no matter what length, of eventually blinding her. "Good," she nodded, heading towards the door, "M'license expired while I was in Eire, haven't had the motivation to go get it renewed." Which meant she biked everywhere, which was a good thing. Eithne really didn't have time for exercise, bouncing back and forth from Murph's and the 24-hour diner. Biking was that one bit of physical activity she could get in. She smiled and stepped out in front of him, waiting for him to meet her at her side.

Ah, he had her so well-pegged. Eithne was addicted to conversation. Must have had something to do with the demand for attention as the youngest of five, or maybe just the only female, who knew. She didn't care to evaluate herself that much, always turned up ugly.

"I have," she nodded, "Mum, Da and Eli in there, they all came over together. M'Da has anod'er brother in Eire, that's who I stayed with. Otherwise, it's just our familly and Eli. Y'have a big family, as well?"

Already, they met the end of that block and turned down another. Really wasn't a long walk at all. Perfect location. Pulling her bag around front, as she stood on the stoop to her apartment building. Hands fishing for her keys.

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[info]aokeefe
2008-09-21 01:16 am UTC (link)
"Th'two sisters, I mentioned," Aidan looked ahead, down the road. He was eager to get to her place, and hoped the conversation would take a different turn, when they got there. "A brother, too. Several aunts and uncles, an' too many cousins to name," he gave his voice something of a thoughtful tone. The truth of his large family was common for the Irish, most of them being Catholic, they tended to have larger families. Aidan's parents were the odd ones out, with just four children while their siblings raised six or eight each.

He leaned against the side of the door while she fished out her keys. Eyes scanned the area, While it wasn't secluded, he thought it would be quiet enough he'd be able to come back and break in without being seen. He'd worry about that later. For now, there were more pressing things to consider, and as soon as she had the door open, he pressed her into the apartment and backed her against the wall as he kissed her, tasting the alcohol on her lips.

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[info]eithne
2008-09-21 01:25 am UTC (link)
If she hadn't been fishing for her keys, she might have noticed his almost suspicious behaviour. Glancing down the street like that, almost seemed like he was making sure there was no one watching. It might have translated into paranoia instead of memorization and availability, but that was mostly because Eithne, apparently, was far too trusting. And Ronan, or Aidan, was incredibly cute. She'd be more willing than not.

The keys got inside the lock and after that second, she had the door open. "Welcome to m'-" but she was interrupted. His mouth had taken over hers and that forceful effort was more than she cared to bear. Certainly she was not going to focus on anything else, but kicking the door shut. Her bag fell to the floor, unnoticed. Her spine pressed into the wall, with her hands on either side of his face.

It was a simple apartment, if he took that much time to examine. A studio, complete with kitchen and bath. Wouldn't last long. Her and Sabine were getting a place together. But the main room served as both living space and bedroom. So needless to say, the bed was not more than ten feet away. Her hand drew down his neck, gripping the collar of his shirt.

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[info]aokeefe
2008-09-21 01:39 am UTC (link)
Aidan wasn't terribly interested in checking out the apartment, aside from finding the bed. He was relieved, as he turned Eithne around, holding her around the waist, to see the bed just a few feet away. He had a feeling it wouldn't take much to get her there, and he started to guide them in the general direction toward it.

His prison cell flashed through his mind. Eithne's apartment didn't seem much bigger. nicer, certainly. He hadn't had a kitchen, or a door at the bathroom. No windows, either, and it was nice to see the glow of light from outside. Despite his lack of initial interest, he found he sort of liked the apartment.

Too bad he couldn't just keep her here. It was too risky, her friends and family knew where she lived. Her brothers likely knew where he lived, now, too. He needed to find a safe and secure place to take her. He'd over looked that little detail, until just then.

The thought of it made him hard, and he made sure to rub himself agianst her thigh as they reached the side of the bed.

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[info]eithne
2008-09-21 01:49 am UTC (link)
There was enough light from the street pouring through the open, sheer curtains that there was no need for actual light. If he could see most of the way to the bed then all was well. That was the main priority, after all. Thank God she managed to clean up before leaving for work today or that would have been an awful mess. His head forced her to turn around, but she held fast to the kiss. Claiming more of his focus, if she could, with the depth to which she kissed him.

When the backs of her knees hit the mattress, she knew where they had ended. An exhale, that she had been holding, sounded with an almost disguised moan. Her lips followed down the shape of his jaw, kissing the flesh of his neck and lower to his collarbone before sitting down on the bed.

Her eyes lifted to his, as hands went to the base of his shirt and with one effort, lifted it as far as she could until he took over and removed the garment himself.

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[info]aokeefe
2008-09-22 08:06 pm UTC (link)
He complied immediately, arching his back and lifting his arms in a gracefully fluid motion to allow her to tug his shirt over his head. He wiggled back, and sucked in a breath. His eyes, dark with lust and need, glinted across her form. Hands reached out to tug at her blouse.

"You're way over dressed, baby," he murmured, giving a firm tug at the hemline. His tongue slid across his lower lip. "Should really do somethin' 'bout that, aye?" He flashed a devious smile, as his eyes drifted southward, and back up to her face.

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[info]eithne
2008-09-22 08:18 pm UTC (link)
His chest bare and before proved quite the dilemma for her. Once free of his t-shirt, her hands met his bare shoulders. Gliding fingertips slowly down his front, with her eyes in tow. Teeth clamped down lightly on her lower lip, as her hands rounded the button on his jeans. Her eyes glanced up at him at that moment, as a grin sparked along her mouth. Look at him, already calling her 'baby'. Probably just because he knew in not more than a minute or so he'd be buried deep inside of her. That might have been enough to start with pet names.

"Oh, yeah?" She added with a playfully quizzical expression. "Well, we just may." And in that moment, her hands went to the base of that simple tee shirt and with crossed arms brought it over her head. A toss sent the cotton garment somewhere to the floor. "Tada," she whispered behind a smirk, with her hands once more returning to the button on his jeans. Now free, she was able to work free the zipper. With that gone, it was only a single tug to have that denim on the floor.

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[info]aokeefe
2008-09-22 08:36 pm UTC (link)
"Much better, aye," Aidan purred. He definitely purred, and it would have made him cringe if he'd taken the time to notice. As it was, he was too focused on the gorgeous woman in front of him to bother with his own quirks.

Shameful, then, that he had to treat her so poorly, to teach her brothers a lesson. Well, there would be time for that later. For the moment, he was going to enjoy the evening, especially the sex.

As fast as the clothes were flying, it wasn't going to take long to get to that point. They were practically there already, anyway. He kicked off his shoes, so that he could kick off his jeans. He typically didn't wear underwear, and wore none now. He was naked in all his glory, and unashamed to display himself, hard and ready.

A hand moved to fondle himself as he looked at her. She still had her pants on, and he aimed to divest her of the burden with his one free hand.

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[info]eithne
2008-09-22 08:56 pm UTC (link)
Such playful quirks already. This was going to be a fun night. Better than being serious and deadpan during it all, right? Since she was the one still seated on the bed, she had a bit more ease when it came to her shoes. But the pair she had chosen were just flats, so easily kicked off. The sculpted shape of his stomach seemed to hold her captivated, as her lips went to it for light kisses. The backs of her nails trailed down the side of his bare hip. She had to abandon him, though for that moment.

She stood up with eager fingers unlatching her own jeans, only to push them down her legs even quicker. One leg lifted at a time to remove the denim and then she was there before him in not but lingerie. Nothing fancy. Eithne had no intention of bringing anyone home tonight.

A grin picked up the corners of her lips, as she caught him by the wrist. "Eager, eager," she whispered into his ear. Not that she minded, it was such a compliment but she'd rather tease him a bit longer. Fingers brushed through his hair, as her lips moved down his neck. Knees bent and returned her to the previous spot on the bed, with him standing before her.

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[info]aokeefe
2008-09-22 09:19 pm UTC (link)
Standing as he was, from his vantage point, he could simply drink in the sight of her. She was stunning, really. Pure woman, under the casual clothing. Oh, he was going to have fun with her. He was already, and the smile that broke his lips danced in his eyes as he kneed his way onto the bed, a hand moving to trace the fringe lace of her panties.

"Beautiful," he murmured, the lilt to his voice giving the word an almost sing-song quality. His hand moved to caress the curve of her closest breast and after meeting her gaze for only a moment, he tilted his head down, leaning in to nuzzle his lips against her breast. "Beautiful Eithne," he murmured at the swell of the breast. His palm skirted over her nipple.

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[info]eithne
2008-09-22 09:33 pm UTC (link)
His collar had become her lips favoured spot at the moment. Teeth lightly used to catch the bare flesh. A gentle gesture that was only soothed by the touch of her tongue. Her hand replaced where his was, blindly taking in the length of what was there. And still her lips moved lower, until he brought himself onto the bed, as well. Eithne moved herself back to give him more room. Eyes watched as his hand took up her chest, with still a delicate grin for her expression.

"You're dangerous," those compliments, his accent, his body. It was all too good to be true. If only she knew just how honest that phrase was. She remained patient a moment longer until finally placing her hand under his chin and bringing his lips to a rougher kiss.

Her free hand caught the waistband of her panties and started to push them down her thighs. Tossed aside once the fabric was clear of her ankles. That same hand moved between her legs, testing herself while increasing the heat with that single kiss.

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[info]aokeefe
2008-09-22 10:27 pm UTC (link)
"Mmmm," was the response, rumbling low in his throat. He raised his head and flashed his grin at her. There was no need for words then, as he moved himself to straddle her thighs. He carefully drew his legs up into position and eased himself between her legs. He sank down, brushing the head of his cock against her sex.

He teased her for a moment, hips rocking a slow rhythm against her before he angled his hips to press forward. The subject of protection hadn't come up, and unless she stopped him within the next three seconds, there was going to be no protection used. He would prefer that, he hated the feel of the latex around his sex, acting as a barrier between full contact.

He gave her only a small window to object, as he looked to her face. He wouldn't blame her, if she demanded he use a rubber, but he was hoping she was too caught up in the moment to care.

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