Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2017 6:12 am Post subject: Biddy and Murphy REBOOT-TOOT-TOOT
The Irish knew a thing or two about a many things.
Drinking of course, a big one, an important one. Any hot blooded Irishmen was drinking under the table well before their teens and throwing them back even on their deathbed. Brawling, as it was as ritual as coffee in the morning, throwing fists was almost as good as an apple a day. And thirdly, festivities.
If you combine drinking and brawling, the only thing left to mix in is partying. So Biddy didn’t really need to be dragged to her seventh wedding this summer, she was happy to drink booze on someone else’s tab. It wasn’t a relative though, a friend of a friend of a friend but Ireland is small, so mutual friends were close enough that Biddy and her family would be invited. The ceremony was short as they often are but the reception was bound to be long. They already found their table but everyone was up doing other things. Her parents, Connor and Quinn, were up making rounds around the room, laughing loudly and mingling with other adults in their age bracket. Billy, her brother, was up at the bar getting a drink. Biddy already had hers, she was standing in front of an enormous scrapbook of the couple, flipping lazily through their memories with a stein of Guinness in hand.
She rarely dressed up, only for parties, so she was in a sort of olive colored bohemian style dress. It covered her lean body modestly, only exposing her legs from the knee down. She was wearing a pair of beat up boots with it, she didn’t have the patience for heels so that wasn’t an option. It was often remarked that she was a natural beauty because she never wore makeup, didn’t have patience for that either. And most noteable, her big curly blonde hair. Every winter Quinn would take her to the salon to get her hair done, because trapped under beanies all winter made her hair dread it was so thick and curly.
And, would you be surprised to know, no, Biddy never brushed her hair.
But she was still pretty, in a rugged sort of way. Her skin was soft and without any blemish, a slight rose colored blush on her cheeks. Long curly lashes framing her startling green eyes under thick and natural brows. That beings said though, there were a lot of girls there that were pretty in that way. Biddy wasn’t really special, but she was special enough to Lane O’Berach, her boyfriend.
They weren’t in an arranged marriage so to speak, but their parents were friends and it was sort of setup for them. He was happy enough and was pretty smitten with Biddy, although Biddy was ready to move on. However she had already put him down as a plus one, so she figured she could put it off until after the wedding and try avoid being in pictures together. He was in line with Billy, waiting for a drink and eagerly waving at Biddy while talking to people in line; no doubt talking about her and their relationship.
Biddy took a swig of her beer.
“Oh boy, this is going to be pretty embarrassing for you later.” She thought to herself.
Lane was handsome enough she supposed, although on the shorter side and slimmer than she’d like. But he was clean, good teeth, had all his hair and his eyes were a pretty blue. He came from a family of blacksmiths though he himself wasn’t particularly skilled or strong. He actually handled the finances whereas Biddy was more likely to be seen in the shop hammering hot iron with Lane’s dad. Lane’s parents adored Biddy, and she liked them. Which might be why it’s taken this long for her to break things off, though she couldn’t decided if a year was a long time or not.
Murphey O'Rourke was an American raised lad, though his parents often joked that he was an import of Ireland as his mother, Claire (lmao) was, unbeknownst to her at the time, pregnant with him by the time she and her husband, Eoghan, came to the United States. Claire often teased Murphey by saying he was basically born "fresh off the boat". All jests aside, despite being American, Murphey had the full Irish experience growing up with full exposure to his culture via his family. He (and Craig) often spent his summers in Dalkey with his grandparents and uncles, aunts, and cousins growing up. And whlie he hadn't been back in quite some time, it was actually one of those cousins who brought him back.
His cousin, Stephen, was tying the knot and Murphey had been asked to be his best man and he gladly accepted. While it was a lowkey ceremony, the reception was not. The Irish knew how to throw a party and only an hour into the shindig, everyone was having a very good time. Even Murphey, not typically a drinker, was having a few drinks and laughs with some family before they all went off to go congratulate the couple, leaving Murphey at their table near the entrance of the hall where the reception was being hosted. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Murphey was swishing what was left of his beer, looking up towards the open bar and clearly contemplating going and getting another drink. As he looked up, he couldn't help but notice the two "observers" looking his way. He blinked at them. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
"Oh...thank you. I am. I usually don't, but I am tonight." Murphey admitted before giving Biddy a little smile. She was incredibly beautiful, or so Murphey thought. He reached out for the stein before gesturing to Biddy's own drink. "You too?" _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
"At least a native." Murphey chuckled before going to offer his hand out to the girl. "I'm Murphey O'Rourke." _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
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