Post by Malleus on Dec 18, 2014 23:18:09 GMT -6
Shonn Maguire wakes up in and rolls over, the sun shining in his eyes and guaranteeing he can’t stay asleep even if he wanted to. He swings his legs over the edge and sits up, stealing a glance behind him at the redheaded goddess lying there. He stands up and walks over to pick his phone up away from his pants and quickly starts looking for the proper place for the evening’s activities.
Shonn Maguire: Billy Bob’s Roadhouse…
He nods, smiling as he quickly dials up a number.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, Davis? Have ye ever heard of Billy Bob’s out here?
He smiles, nodding happily at the answer he receives.
Shonn Maguire: It’s bloody perfect. Aye, thankye, Davis… where are ye and Donnie?
Again, the answer pleases him greatly.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, we both be needin a bit o’ practice fer the matches. I get tae have fun with Pauly and that Ted lad an Alice be gettin her ans on Brody Montgomery.
He nods as his friend answers back.
Shonn Maguire: See ye there, then? Aye, beautiful… thankye, Davis.
He hangs up an looks back at his goddess. Tonight was going to be very special.
Several hours later, Shonn and Aerynn sit together in a booth at roadhouse bar with peanut shells scattered all over the filthy carpet. The place is packed with drunken patrons as a horrible southern rock band tries to play Lynyrd Skynyrd tunes on the stage in the corner. Shonn looks on with amusement as Aerynn cringes at their surroundings.
Aerynn Donnelly: This place?
Shonn nods.
Aerynn Donnelly: Whot are we doin’ here? Did ye really think tae bring me here and sweep me off me feet?
Shonn nods playfully.
Shonn Maguire: I did, aye.
Aerynn just stares at him as the horrible music continues to play from the chicken wire-covered stage area.
Aerynn Donnelly: But ye hate this music an there are better places tae get a drink…
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, there be betta, if tha was whot we came here fer.
Aerynn’s eyes narrow.
Aerynn Donnelly: Why are we here, then?
Shonn shrugs.
Shonn Maguire: I thought it would be a fun place tae go out.
Aerynn looks around the place.
Aerynn Donnelly: This place?
Shonn can’t help but chuckle.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, ye said tha already.
Aerynn Donnelly: Hatter…
Shonn sits back in the booth, shrugging.
Shonn Maguire: If ye dinna like it…
Aerynn shakes her head, clearly aggravated.
Aerynn Donnelly: Bloody hell, Hatter, whot are we doin here?
Shonn smiles again and Aerynn grabs her fork and spikes it on the table in response.
Aerynn Donnelly: Mother O’ Christ!
Shonn nods to the fork.
Shonn Maguire: Feel betta now, do ye?
Aerynn crosses her arms.
Aerynn Donnelly: Tell me whot we are doin here, Hatter, now!
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: Look aron, whot do ye se, Alice?
Aerynn’s gaze never moves off him.
Aerynn Donnelly: A buncha nothin’ thas whot!
Shonn Maguire: Look harder…
Aerynn’s arms fire down by her sides as she grits her teeth in anger.
Aerynn Donnelly: Hatter!
Shonn sits forward.
Shonn Maguire: They be a whole lot of targets, Lass.
Aerynn frowns.
Aerynn Donnelly: Whot?
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: We dinna need tae always set it up in advance…
A smile breaks out over Aerynn’s face.
Aerynn Donnelly: A fight…
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, place like this, they have them all the time. Probably e’en have insurance on it fer them…
Aerynn’s smile intensifies.
Aerynn Donnelly: I love you…
Shonn smiles back.
Shonn Maguire: Be ye ready?
Aerynn nods hungrily.
Aerynn Donnelly: Always.
The two of them pop up and wade into the drunken moshpit, throwing punches at anything that moves. For the next twenty minutes, chaos reigns with the two of them in the middle of it, enjoying every bloody second of it before taking their leave with an extra fifty bucks thrown on the table as a tip for a good time.
Shonn Maguire: Billy Bob’s Roadhouse…
He nods, smiling as he quickly dials up a number.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, Davis? Have ye ever heard of Billy Bob’s out here?
He smiles, nodding happily at the answer he receives.
Shonn Maguire: It’s bloody perfect. Aye, thankye, Davis… where are ye and Donnie?
Again, the answer pleases him greatly.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, we both be needin a bit o’ practice fer the matches. I get tae have fun with Pauly and that Ted lad an Alice be gettin her ans on Brody Montgomery.
He nods as his friend answers back.
Shonn Maguire: See ye there, then? Aye, beautiful… thankye, Davis.
He hangs up an looks back at his goddess. Tonight was going to be very special.
Several hours later, Shonn and Aerynn sit together in a booth at roadhouse bar with peanut shells scattered all over the filthy carpet. The place is packed with drunken patrons as a horrible southern rock band tries to play Lynyrd Skynyrd tunes on the stage in the corner. Shonn looks on with amusement as Aerynn cringes at their surroundings.
Aerynn Donnelly: This place?
Shonn nods.
Aerynn Donnelly: Whot are we doin’ here? Did ye really think tae bring me here and sweep me off me feet?
Shonn nods playfully.
Shonn Maguire: I did, aye.
Aerynn just stares at him as the horrible music continues to play from the chicken wire-covered stage area.
Aerynn Donnelly: But ye hate this music an there are better places tae get a drink…
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, there be betta, if tha was whot we came here fer.
Aerynn’s eyes narrow.
Aerynn Donnelly: Why are we here, then?
Shonn shrugs.
Shonn Maguire: I thought it would be a fun place tae go out.
Aerynn looks around the place.
Aerynn Donnelly: This place?
Shonn can’t help but chuckle.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, ye said tha already.
Aerynn Donnelly: Hatter…
Shonn sits back in the booth, shrugging.
Shonn Maguire: If ye dinna like it…
Aerynn shakes her head, clearly aggravated.
Aerynn Donnelly: Bloody hell, Hatter, whot are we doin here?
Shonn smiles again and Aerynn grabs her fork and spikes it on the table in response.
Aerynn Donnelly: Mother O’ Christ!
Shonn nods to the fork.
Shonn Maguire: Feel betta now, do ye?
Aerynn crosses her arms.
Aerynn Donnelly: Tell me whot we are doin here, Hatter, now!
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: Look aron, whot do ye se, Alice?
Aerynn’s gaze never moves off him.
Aerynn Donnelly: A buncha nothin’ thas whot!
Shonn Maguire: Look harder…
Aerynn’s arms fire down by her sides as she grits her teeth in anger.
Aerynn Donnelly: Hatter!
Shonn sits forward.
Shonn Maguire: They be a whole lot of targets, Lass.
Aerynn frowns.
Aerynn Donnelly: Whot?
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: We dinna need tae always set it up in advance…
A smile breaks out over Aerynn’s face.
Aerynn Donnelly: A fight…
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, place like this, they have them all the time. Probably e’en have insurance on it fer them…
Aerynn’s smile intensifies.
Aerynn Donnelly: I love you…
Shonn smiles back.
Shonn Maguire: Be ye ready?
Aerynn nods hungrily.
Aerynn Donnelly: Always.
The two of them pop up and wade into the drunken moshpit, throwing punches at anything that moves. For the next twenty minutes, chaos reigns with the two of them in the middle of it, enjoying every bloody second of it before taking their leave with an extra fifty bucks thrown on the table as a tip for a good time.