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Theresa Rourke Cassidy ([info]anotherxredhead) wrote in [info]xinstitute,
@ 2005-07-04 20:52:00
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Current mood:drunk
Current music:Dennis Leary - Irish Drinking Song

BACKDATED: Saturday, May Day 6, night
(( ooc: set after this 'cause Lance and I can't help ourselves. Technically closed, but... Rahne's practically a memeber of the family by now. =) ))


Terry spilled out of the car and on to the ground, holding her sides from laughter. "Ahhahahahahaa!," she blurted out, far too loud then quickly clapped her hands over her mouth. "Oh, lord, sweet Jesus," she gasped, trying to whisper as to keep a bit more of a stealthy atmosphere, but the best plans of mice and men... and drunken irish schoolgirls...


The night had been great and reminded her of all those years past that were just her and Tom, living off the cuff and Tom spoiling her rotten. Before he put her away at St. Elizabeth's, when they were both free. Good times, like tonight. Feeling a bit wonderfully numb and swimmy, she put a hand against the big black Hummer they'd taken out that night and looked at it with some awe. "This... this is a bloody beast..."


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[info]black_shamrock
2005-07-04 21:02 (link)
It's not often that Tom Cassidy is the most sober one around.

Which is'nt to say he's quite sober, just in a better state than the others. His own face split by a broad grin, Black Tom looks sidelong at his girl, a chuckle shaking his shoulders. "Aye... Sally's baby, that is. Heh heh.. Come along ye. Into th' house wi' ye." Steadying hand on Terry's shoulder he steers his girl towards the front door..

This is the life.

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[info]cassidy_laird
2005-07-04 21:05 (link)
This is the life, until one of the Xavier people comes to the front door and opens it. And, oh, look...it just happens to be Sean.

"And what in the bloody hell d'ye think ye're doin'?" First of all coming back drunk, but getting Terry drunk, too?

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[info]anotherxredhead
2005-07-04 21:15 (link)
Terry, picked up from the ground, proceeds to gesture wildly towards the car. "No, no! I wan' one!," she explains, a light in her eyes from the pirate's grin spread across her face. "Who the fek is Sally? An' when did we get home? I wanna turn circle in that thing again! That's was fekkin' wild!"

A little slow this evening, Terry doesn't seem to notice Sean in the slightest, far too enamored of the vehicle...

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[info]black_shamrock
2005-07-04 21:24 (link)
Another chuckle at Terry's enthusiasm. "All in good time, lass.. We get th' best toys, don' we?" His broad grin does'nt falter as Sean steps into the door. Oh look.. it's the Grinch of Cassidy clan.

"We aint drunk, Sean," Tom replies easily. "An' it ain't yer worry. Ye alright, lad?" Tom asks with a smirk and a wink. "Yer voice sounds a bit.. rough."

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[info]cassidy_laird
2005-07-05 08:39 (link)
Sean is so not the Grinch. He's the responsible one. "Oh, aye, ye ain't drunk...and I'm St. Patrick."

A grimace. "I wonder -why- that might be," he answered, re-adjusting the ice bag.

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[info]wolfsbane_rhane
2005-07-05 10:16 (link)
Finally falling out of the giant SUV, she blinked a little, steadying herself before, "y'know, Saint Patrick was Scottish, mmhm," one heavy nod, "born in Kilpatrick," oh the random bits of knowledge this one spewed when she wasn't exactly in her clearist of minds. "An'yer nae Scottish soo," she brought a finger up to shake before she grinned, "oooooh, y'were kiddin'! I get it now." Another sure nod before she plopped down next to the tire. That sure was some good ice cream.

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[info]anotherxredhead
2005-07-05 12:00 (link)
"Eh, ye little liar!," Terry calls back, twisting as Tom tries to escort her back in. "Ye furry lil' fekkin' liar, yeh! St. Patrick was a bloody Catholic! An' Irish!" Oh, the more the insults fly the more she likes you.

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[info]cassidy_laird
2005-07-05 12:23 (link)
If that's true, than she must love Sean. Rolling his eyes, Sean shot Tom a look that was filled with anger and annoyance. "Fer Chrissake, Tom. What were ye thinkin'?" You have two underage teenage girls drunk..in front of a former Interpol agent.

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[info]black_shamrock
2005-07-05 12:24 (link)
"We're sure as sin nae drunk," Black Tom clarifies with a devilish smirk. "As fer th' lasses, well.. Kids will be kids, eh?" Spoiled rotten was the phrase?

As Rahne emerges at last and prompts A change of Terry's direction, Tom keeps a strong hand on his niece's shoulder. "Don'nae ye pay no mind t' th' hoarse fella, Rahney lass.. He barks too much is all. 'S how he lost his voice, it is." A sidelong wink back at Sean.

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[info]wolfsbane_rhane
2005-07-05 13:02 (link)
"Nooo, he'as Scottish!" She continued, looking up, not really paying any mind to the arguing men. "Th'Irish, they took'im pris'ner, made'im a slave an'wantin't'be a pr-" she paused when Tom spoke, "he barks?" Don't confuse the drunk, already a bit naive girl. Thanks. "I can bark, Terry, I dinnae know yer da could bark. I though he jus' did that crazy loud hollerin' you did," poor thing.

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[info]cassidy_laird
2005-07-05 13:03 (link)
Kids will be kids, and Tom will be dead if this happens again. And since Tom wasn't paying any attention to poor Rahne, Sean thought he'd best help the poor wee thing sitting on the ground. "C'mon, lass," he walked over, holding out a hand.

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[info]anotherxredhead
2005-07-05 15:46 (link)
"RIGHT!"

With a rough twist, Terry reached out towards Rahne, who was a good few feet away, not to mention being on the ground. "Do you for that! St. Patrick was a bloody IRISHMAN an' ye knowit, ye fekkin' git!" My she's loud... and nothing says true friendship like a good natured brawl. At least maybe in the Cassidy family.

Depending on how well Tom keeps his hold on his wayward niece, Theresa takes a wobbly step towards Rahne. "An' bloody fek m'da-" A stop, turn, "Fek ye!" Bakc to Rahne. "When did he get here?"

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[info]black_shamrock
2005-07-05 15:56 (link)
Tom's grip stays pretty solid, (Apart from an outbreak of laughter at her address of Sean.. that was just plain funny)even tucking the key into his pocket in order to bring both hands to bear on restraining Terry- he'll need them both after this..

"Is she callin' Saint Patrick a proddy?" Mindful of the distance between the two girls, in order to spare Rahney any immediate harm, he just chuckles at the whole affair and waits for Terry to blow her top.. She'll settle down once she gets a bit of steam out, he figures.

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[info]wolfsbane_rhane
2005-07-05 16:45 (link)
"I dinnae, but he's gettin' closer," she squinted up to the taller man. well, everyone was taller than Rahne, so, yea. Is that his hand? Oh yea, must be, she reached for it before standing, a bit wobbly at that, balancing on the car. "Aye I'll stop tellin' th'truth a'fore go screamin' like a nit and hurtin' m'ears," she rubbed at them a bit. They were sensitive, okay?

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[info]cassidy_laird
2005-07-05 17:16 (link)
A roll of his eyes. Were they seriously getting into an argument over where St. Patrick was from? He just didn't understand it. "C'mon lass," he repeated. "Ye've had yuir share of fun for th' night." Xavier probably already knew what was going on, but that didn't mean Scott had to as well.

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[info]anotherxredhead
2005-07-05 17:48 (link)
"Tellin' th' bloody truth! Yer daft!" Another wriggling squirm, she pitched at an unbalanced angle and reached out towards Rahne, "Oh, oh, come'er, give us a hug an' I'll sock y'right in th' teeth f'r that..."

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[info]black_shamrock
2005-07-05 17:57 (link)
Now, in addition to keeping Terry from decking her best friend, Tom was also keeping his hot tempered niece on her feet. Still finding this whole mess damned funny, he is.

Now all Tom's brilliant plan needs is for Rahney to keep her head, and this merry little night can wind down. A broad grin, as the black Cassidy wrestles his red haired girl into a half nelson, his dark eyes go to the scottish girl, and slipping aside to Sean.. A smug little smile on his face.

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[info]wolfsbane_rhane
2005-07-05 18:43 (link)
She'd keep her head, alright, as long as he kept Terry from hitting her, because then? She might do something she'd regret, and that's no fun, right? "Meeh, m'goin t'th'tint," she waved them off, getting herself off balance, "or stayin' right here," a nod.

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[info]cassidy_laird
2005-07-05 19:59 (link)
"Yeh can't stay here all night," Sean informed her, steadying her, and keeping one hand on her elbow, and ignoring, for the moment, the grin Tom shot his way.

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[info]anotherxredhead
2005-07-05 20:11 (link)
"Hey! Pu-put me down, ye fekker!," Terry cried out, nearly lifted off the ground by Tom's hold. "Jaysus, y'jus' can't go out an' have a good time anymore! An' Rahney can stay or go... or stay anywhere she wants, y' just-yeh just stay out of it!"

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[info]black_shamrock
2005-07-05 20:23 (link)
"Oh, simmer down lass.." a snicker at Rahne's plight of balance before Black Tom goes on, "Now Terry, m'girl.. If'n we let ye loose, ye gonna help yer mate along, or let the lass fall off her feet?" A broad grin.

In a stage whisper to Theresa, Tom intones, "Or ye gonna leave her wi' tha' bloody stick in th' mud?"

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[info]wolfsbane_rhane
2005-07-05 21:05 (link)
"Whit sh'said," Rahne swung an arm gesturing toward Terry, "b'sides, yer nae m'da! I dinnae ha'a fither, an'I dinnae need'ane now." Was this sounding familiar, Sean? This is what happens when you get 98 lb girls drunk, okay? "Now y'jus go on an'do whate'er it is yae do when...yae do, whate'er! Yah." It made sense to her.

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[info]cassidy_laird
2005-07-05 21:11 (link)
Sean sighed. "Wonderful job, yeh did here, Tom," he glared. "An if' n ye don't want me help, that's fine. I was just tryin' to keep Scott from gettin' involved." He backed away. "Lasses." Sean for get to bed now and he won't bust you for underage drinking.

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[info]anotherxredhead
2005-07-05 21:23 (link)
"Yeh, ye jus'... ye jus' get on, righ'? No one needs a da 'round here!," she crowed. "All I need is jus' me an' Rahney... an'... an' Tom! An'- an' that big fekkin' beautiful beastie of a car!" Another wiggly wiggle, "An' y'let th' fek go, alrigh'? I'll take care o' Rahney now! I can do i' jus' fine!" Squinting her eyes at Sean, she gave him a confused and slightly irritated look, asking Tom, "When'd he get 'ere again?"

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[info]black_shamrock
2005-07-05 21:30 (link)
Wonderful job you did here, Tom.

"Aye. Aye it is," Black Tom returned nostalgically, "They grow up so fast.." A mock sniffle. All smiles, as the lean villain relaxes the grip he'd had on the back of his dear niece's neck, and frees her arm, ready right away for the retaliatory punch to the shoulder she so loves.

"Thatta girl.. we'll see if Sally'll let us take ye fer another spin soon.. Now see t' Rahney, don'nae think she's had as much practice at drinkin' as ye.."

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