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[yakavetta-gem.livejournal.com]

I won't repeat my brother's mistakes...

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[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

Good. *snorts, bringing his cigarette to his lips* That's exactly my motto.

[yakavetta-gem.livejournal.com]

[Why Murphy MacManus...what an honor. Though while you might not recognize her...she recognizes you. And is going to take complete advantage of this situation.] Your brother a colossal fuck up as well?

[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

More of a big fucken' idiot. *smirks, giving her a good look. She's latina? No... That accent is pretty local anyway. Might be her heritage then?* But he fits ta fuck up standard in occasions.

[yakavetta-gem.livejournal.com]

[Italian, you Irish retard. She's Italian. Like your friend Rocco...remember him?] Ahhh. Lucky you. Mine was just a fuck up. A colossal one. Which I would have happily told people...had they bothered to ask.

[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*Same thing. Incluso el idioma es molto simili.* My condolences. *looks down, scratching the back of his head*

[yakavetta-gem.livejournal.com]

[Simili eppure molto diverse tutte in una volta.] Thank you. [She searches in her purse for her own pack of cigarettes and lights one, leaning back in her seat.] Your accent...you're not from Boston...

Belfast?

[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*Stessa merda...* Don't worry. Everyone deserves them. *he bows his head, watching her sideways as he searches through her things* Same as every'ne deserves a toast. Can I get yeh a drink?

*snorts, grinnig* Now, yer pretty good at that, don't yeh? Aye. Irish lad through an' through. *the grin becomes a bit tight as he remembers his brother's words. He should be hiding and not giving too much about himself...*

[yakavetta-gem.livejournal.com]

A drink would be lovely, thank you. [Awww. He's a charmer. So sad she's going to eventually have to kill him.]

Well, Irish accents aren't exactly out of place in this town. My people tend to be far more rare...

[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*smiles, proud of how for a change he's he one chatting up the hot Lady. Usually Connor butts in and ruins his chances by this point.* My pleasure. *gestures to the bartender and orders some whiskey shots* That okay with yeh?

This is the right neighborhood, aye. Where are yeh from?

[yakavetta-gem.livejournal.com]

[She nods. Whiskey is perfectly acceptable.] I was born here in Boston, but I spent a few years abroad, staying with family in Italy. My father thought it would be better for me to experience the world.

[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

That's some good advice. Yeh learn more out there than in school most of ta times. *he smiles to himself. If Connor caught him saying that in front of Morgan he'd end up with a nice black eye to show around*

[yakavetta-gem.livejournal.com]

Agreed. I learned more wandering the streets of Rome than I did in any classroom. The fact that you can just wander into churches and find priceless pieces of art was...

There is nothing that can compare to it.

[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

Never been to Italy mysel', but I heard its wonderful, aye. *or, he has seen is film. Same shite.*

*The bartended brings him his order. He pushes a glass towards her and raises his own* To...?

[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

Good. *snorts, bringing his cigarette to his lips* That's exactly my motto.

[yakavetta-gem.livejournal.com]

[Why Murphy MacManus...what an honor. Though while you might not recognize her...she recognizes you. And is going to take complete advantage of this situation.] Your brother a colossal fuck up as well?

[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

More of a big fucken' idiot. *smirks, giving her a good look. She's latina? No... That accent is pretty local anyway. Might be her heritage then?* But he fits ta fuck up standard in occasions.

[yakavetta-gem.livejournal.com]

[Italian, you Irish retard. She's Italian. Like your friend Rocco...remember him?] Ahhh. Lucky you. Mine was just a fuck up. A colossal one. Which I would have happily told people...had they bothered to ask.

[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*Same thing. Incluso el idioma es molto simili.* My condolences. *looks down, scratching the back of his head*

[yakavetta-gem.livejournal.com]

[Simili eppure molto diverse tutte in una volta.] Thank you. [She searches in her purse for her own pack of cigarettes and lights one, leaning back in her seat.] Your accent...you're not from Boston...

Belfast?

[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*Stessa merda...* Don't worry. Everyone deserves them. *he bows his head, watching her sideways as he searches through her things* Same as every'ne deserves a toast. Can I get yeh a drink?

*snorts, grinnig* Now, yer pretty good at that, don't yeh? Aye. Irish lad through an' through. *the grin becomes a bit tight as he remembers his brother's words. He should be hiding and not giving too much about himself...*

[yakavetta-gem.livejournal.com]

A drink would be lovely, thank you. [Awww. He's a charmer. So sad she's going to eventually have to kill him.]

Well, Irish accents aren't exactly out of place in this town. My people tend to be far more rare...

[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*smiles, proud of how for a change he's he one chatting up the hot Lady. Usually Connor butts in and ruins his chances by this point.* My pleasure. *gestures to the bartender and orders some whiskey shots* That okay with yeh?

This is the right neighborhood, aye. Where are yeh from?

[yakavetta-gem.livejournal.com]

[She nods. Whiskey is perfectly acceptable.] I was born here in Boston, but I spent a few years abroad, staying with family in Italy. My father thought it would be better for me to experience the world.

[4-thee-my-lord.livejournal.com]

That's some good advice. Yeh learn more out there than in school most of ta times. *he smiles to himself. If Connor caught him saying that in front of Morgan he'd end up with a nice black eye to show around*

[yakavetta-gem.livejournal.com]

Agreed. I learned more wandering the streets of Rome than I did in any classroom. The fact that you can just wander into churches and find priceless pieces of art was...

There is nothing that can compare to it.