A jump to the left and we time warp, right?

[4leaf_charmed]

WHO: Conner, Erin and Rory(?)
WHEN: Early ass morning (2am), Monday the 9th of August
WHERE: Rory’s place
WHAT: A drunken big brother tries to beg for forgiveness in the middle of the night.
RATING: Angst and Drunken Guy

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Re: ... because its "irish" or because it's google?

[whiskey_sunday]

Her eyes narrowed down at the hand the clutched her wrist, gentle as it was. "Shíl mé go raibh tú dom marbh. Is cuimhin?" Erin spat the word out, thinking of the 3rd voice mail he left her that night. I thought you wanted me dead. Remember? "Mar sin, cén fáth go bhfuil sé cuma má tá mé fós anseo?" So why does it matter if i am still here?

Her eyes flickered up when he mentioned apology. As if he knew what he did wrong! She wretched her arm out of his grasp, thinking to slam the door in his face-But his other hand stood in the way. She wasnt that heartless, until he spoke up again.
Sister...? Her mind bitterly repeated...
Its a well known fact irish women had strength when they needed it most. So it wasnt hard at all to wretch the door open, even with the chain in the way. Which flew in various small peices past her. With her other hand, Erin whipped out the golf club and slammed the bar against Conner's side.
"Ar ndóigh, tá mé do dheirfiúr nuair is mian leat a bheith orm! Ach nuair nach bhfuil nithe is mó a!" Of course, i am your sister when you want me to be! But not when it matters most!
"You seemed so happy to keep that bit of the past with you. Why are you here and not reminising more?" She switched again back to English. Trying to keep her sentences short of a mouth full.

Both :I

[4leaf_charmed]

Well, at least she hadn't slammed the door onto his hand. Sober and ready for a fight he could have most likely gotten away from the wild swing. As it was though the blow sent Conner crumpling to the floor with a shout of pain. Slumped against the hall wall with hands grabbing at the area he had no choice but to be subjected to Erin's brutal words, wincing from both them and the sharp pain in his side.

"Ah thought ah..." God why was it so hard to speak right now? "got rid o' it ages ago." No excuse, why had he been looking at it then, she'd probably demand. Why had he not tossed it as soon as he found it again? And he had no answers for those questions because he had kept it because damn it he hated letting good things go.

"'m 'ere 'cause," he started, grunting he struggled to stand back up. "'m facken s'rry n' yer ignorin' me 'gain n'.... n'. Fack!" Conner slammed his fist against the wall and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Ah need ye ta fergive me, Erin." He glanced up, eyes watering now. "Please... Please?"

[whiskey_sunday]

She watched her brother fall to the floor with indifferent eyes. A small part of her wondered what the neighbors thought of all of this, and where they were. But the thought was forgotten as Conner spoke up.
So why was it still there? She wanted to ask, but he seemed to have a bit more to say.
"Why should i talk to you? If you're not angry with me, you're shitfaced." She lifted her golf club outwards, as if pionting a sword at his heart. "I dont have to do anythin-" His eyes caught her off guard and she lowered her club for a moment. Only a moment, because his voice brought her back. "Uimh... Uimh!" No... No!
She pulled back her club, grasping it with both hands before swinging full force at his shin.

[queenlymacbeth]

Most older siblings, by this point would have stepped in. Or, at the very lease, kicked the rowing twins out of the apartment so they could go back to sleep as it was some weird and wonderful small hour in the morning. Rory, however, had decided it was probably a good thing to put the kettle on and make herself some tea. Something relaxing...with lavender or camomile probably. She didn't really pay much attention to what was being said, most of it seemed to be in Gaelic, something she could even speak the Scottish variation of. Conner was probably begging though, judging by the whiny tone in his voice. Damn the small thing known as her concious that started complaining as she took the first few sips of her tea.

"I suppose, I suppose." She muttered, tightening her robes slightly before heading back to the hall, tea in hand, and just catching Erin attacking her twin with one of her club. "Right!" She yelled, grabbing Erin by the hair and tugging her back, "I aint sure about what the hell you two are fighting about but that doesnae happen in my place!" the last bit came out as a hiss as she let go of the hair only to cuff her sister across the back of the head.

Sighing as she took a sip of what hadn't been spilt of her tea, she glanced at Conner, "Are you okay or shoulda call nine nine nine?" she asked, not carrying if she had said the British emergency number. All she wanted to do was go back to bed...or have a smoke.

Whichever was more stress-revealing really since the tea sure wasn't.

[4leaf_charmed]

Conner bit down on his tongue when the club made contact with his shin, sending pain sparking up and down his leg. The bitter tang of blood and sharp sting of a bitten tongue only added to it all and he crumpled to the floor again, spewing out a barrage of random, slurred swears at anything and everything he could think of. Which, at the moment, wasn't much.

He really hated that Erin had gotten their mother's strength. It always turned out bad for him on occasions like this, and bad usually meant bruises, sometimes cuts and always feeling worse than before he came over.

"'ll be fine," he bit out, carefully rolling up his jeans to look at the damage. Already he could tell this would be ones of those bruises that took forever to heal and changed from one nasty color to another every few days.

"Fine," he muttered again, using the wall to stand and gritting his teeth. "'m s'rry ah disturbed ye both. 'll go now..."

i'm sorry connie TT^TT i typed shin without really thinking of where...

[whiskey_sunday]

Erin yelped, feeling one of her hair tails being pulled. She hasnt thought of Rory since seeing Conner at the door, so she didnt think of her sneaking up like that.
"Hey, lemme go!" Erin demanded while pulling at Rory's grip. "He started it!" But the stuggling did nothing. Now that Rory interupted her, she lost the will to keep beating Conner. Physically that is.

"Like hell you're sorry! You dont even know what you're doing, do you? Thats what you get when you drink yourself into stupidity!"

SAYING END CAUSE THAT KINDA CLOSES IT, AYE?

[4leaf_charmed]

He winced at the verbal onslaught, shoulders drawn up and tense as he stood fully, using the wall as support with shaky fingers gripping at the nonexistent purchases. No, no he didn't know what he was sorry for anymore. Everything, anything, past, present, his own idiocy for keeping that shit memoir.

All he could do was repeat, "'m so'rry, fer everythin'..." over and over with a bowed head, slowly shuffling off with the wall at one side and a heavy heart.