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May 22, 2005 19:36

He's looked through just about every table, booth, and corner of the bar, but no Connor ( Read more... )

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saint_veritas May 23 2005, 21:13:07 UTC
Connor isn't asleep. He wishes he wwas. He tried. The nightmare woke him. Memories mixed with imagination, images of Murphy fighting something bigger than himself, something stronger, meaner, more deadly than the thugs in Boston.

"Go 'way," he mutters through the door. Completely unfair, he knows. He's in Murphy's room. And he has no doubt the dumb ass forgot his key.

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saint_aequitas May 23 2005, 21:49:52 UTC
He's not giving up.

"If ya don't open th' door right now... I'll start singin'. 'M not jokin', Connor. Ya know I'll do it, too."

One more round of pounding on the door as he takes a deep breath.

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saint_veritas May 23 2005, 22:13:48 UTC
"Sing then, ye fool." Connor mutters, even as he moves to the door. He knows Murohy'll do it. He has no doubt. "'S yer own damn fault ya forgot yer key, aye?"

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saint_aequitas May 24 2005, 00:45:30 UTC
Normally, Murphy has a tolerable singing voice.

However, when the occasion calls for it, he will sing as loudly and off key as any man can get without tearing up their throat.

"Oh my name is Jock Stewart
'm a canny gun man
An' a roving young fellow I've been
So be easy an' free
when yer drinkin' with me
'm a man ya don't meet every day."

The occasion calls for it.

"I have acres of land
I have men at command
I have always a shilling ta spare
So be easy an' free
when yer drinkin' with me
'm a man ya don't meet every day.

So come fill up yer glasses
of brandy an' wine
Whatever it costs I will pay
So be easy an' free
when yer drinkin' with me-"

Which is when the door finally opens.

"Took ya long enough," he says as he picks the bottle back up.

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