A quick drabble for St Pat's Day.
The longer story will be ready tomorrow, I hope.
Loving an Irish Man
He'd dreamed of course that one day Brian would call, or text, or email, arranging a meeting somewhere in New York.
He'd just never dreamed it would be in a somewhat seedy Irish pub.
Brian lounged in a booth, the long months between them evaporating as soon as Justin slid in beside him. But even as the kiss of Brian's eyes raised his temperature and pulse rate, Justin couldn't help wondering 'why here?'
His amused demand for an explanation was interrupted as the waitress served plates of food.
Brian smirked.
"It's St Patrick's Day, Sunshine. I wanted some Irish stew."
Happy St Patrick's Day!
PS Actually O'Brien's is quite nice and I can definitely recommend their Irish Stew. Unlike the version I had once on St Pat's Day in Phoenix which was red from all the chili powder and cayenne they'd added. Not quite authentic - or what I was expecting. *g*
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