“Then why have you been giving the guys so much shit?”
“I don’t know. Because I didn’t intend on us to get here and be spending our time with a bunch of bikers.” When she looked up this time I could see a slight smile on her face, “Though, I have to admit, Butcher is pretty hot,” she giggled and my heart swelled. She really didn’t hate them after all.
“Yes he is,” I agreed, “You should give them another chance. Fresh start. I really think you’d have a fun time,” I coaxed.
She sat for a moment in thought before grabbing my hand in excitement, “We should get them to take us out tomorrow,” she beamed until she noticed the grimace on my face and released her grip on my hand. “Sorry.” She smiled in apology.
“Ok. And I think we should ask Ana to go out with us too.” I smiled at the thought of her and McGee earlier.
“Ok, it’s a date. Now go get cleaned up. I don’t want you getting some kind of Irish fever,” Joni quipped as she collected the unopened bandages from beside me on the bed and carried them into the bathroom. My best friend was back and soon we’d be taking on Ireland, one pub at a time.
Chapter Three
We’d been so excited when we woke up the next morning, jumping out of bed without even changing out clothes; we were two women on a mission. But when we told Ana about our plan to have the guys take us out, being coy about the fact that she was included in it, we were hit with disappointment.
“Sorry, girls. McGee and the guys are on a run up to Cork this week. They should be back in a few days though,” Ana said, patting my hand that rested on the edge of her desk.
Well shit. For the rest of the day we moped around Dublin, visiting various shops and even a museum in an attempt to pass the time. It was the longest week of our lives, the hours ticked by slower than molasses as we waited for the return of the guys. It always seems to happen like that, doesn’t it? You get the most exciting plan, can’t wait to share the news, and then BAM! You gotta sit around and wait for a week, trying not to jump out of your skin. By the time Friday was rolling around we were all going stir crazy, Ana included. Even though she’d never admit it, I think she liked seeing McGee around. So in an attempt to keep from going crazy while we waited on the guys, we made a trip down to the package store, bought a bottle of Scotch and three shot glasses.
Ana, Joni, and I then proceeded to get as shit faced as we possibly could. It was around Midnight, we were already three sheets to the wind, when we heard the familiar rumble outside. I jumped up in excitement and the three of us ran stumbling to the window like little school girls. “Where are they? I can’t see them?” I slurred as I peeked out the corner of the window, desperately trying to hide my face behind the lace curtain and failing.
“I don’t know. I can’t see through your head,” Joni said mushing her face in next to mine.
“There they are, across the street,” Ana exclaimed excitedly from above us. “Shit, duck! I think they saw us.”
It was amazingly hard to find a pack of motorcycles, while trying to stay hidden, when you were drunk. I pushed Joni back, knocking her onto her ass, “Hurry, go back over there. Act normal,” I explained excitedly, trying my hardest not to laugh as the three of us ran back to our chairs and the small card table we’d set up for our drinking.
Ana rushed over to her chair, a rolling desk chair, a little too fast. She landed, rolled, and then went crashing to the ground with a thud. I couldn’t contain my laughter as all three of us erupted in giggles. I couldn’t even see if she was ok, I was laughing too hard to be able to open my eyes, watching her rolling around on the ground as she attempted to get up, but laughing so hard she just kept falling back down.
“What the fuck are you loons doin’?” McGee asked from the doorway, Mulligan and Butcher just behind him.
“Help me up you slag!” Ana laughed from the floor.
“Bloody women, you’re all plastered aren’t you?” McGee grinned as he helped Ana up off the floor and then righted her chair.
“What gave it away?” I quipped.
“Well it sure as hell wasn’t the fact that you were all actin’ the maggot, starin’ out the window gigglin’ like little school girls,” he said, picking up the half empty bottle of Scotch sitting between the three of us and grinning before placing it back down.
“We were bored,” I explained, “It’s all your fault anyway. We’ve been waiting for you to get back all damn week.”
“You have aye?” He chuckled as he leaned back against the wall. “Looks like we got some admirers,” McGee said as he slapped Mulligan across the chest.
“Don’t go gettin’ cocky about it,” Joni said as a hiccup escaped from her mouth.
“Why the hell were you waitin’ for us?” he asked, taking the bottle of Scotch and pouring himself a shot.