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

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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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[whiskey_sunday]

Erin staggard out of bed, finally registering her name being called and her brother's voice. "Feckin chancer!" She muttered to herself while throwing off the blankets, and grabbing her little friend before leaving her room. She casted a glance to Rory's room, wondering if she was awake too, or if she was blessedly asleep.

"Tá sé dhá ar maidin. Bi samhach!" Erin yelled back through the door in gaelic. Its two in the morning. Be quiet!
Erin unlocked the dead bolt and the door handle, but left the chain latch on so the door wouldnt open more than a crack. "Oh god-" Erin made a face as she smelled the alcohol on him, "Go home! You're drunk!"

Google is fail... epic fail man

[4leaf_charmed]

Conner nearly dropped to the floor when the door suddenly shifted and inched in. He scrambled for a second, head spinning at the sudden move and one hand grabbing the door knob for balance. The other snuck into the crack to brace him against the doorway, peering into the dark with bloodshot, baggy eyes. It took him several moments to recognize the sharp words as Gaelic and several more to decipher them

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

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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?"