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Post by Half-Pint Dantès on Jun 9, 2010 7:53:03 GMT -5
Sopping wet with water dripping down his face from his wet hair and hat, Half Pint slowly and carefully made his way to the shore and climbed out. He looked up at Nike clapping and an idea formed in his head. He turned giving Snoddy a mischievous smile and made his way over to where she sat--Snoddy following close behind.
Before she had time to realize what was happening Half Pint took the hat off his head and wrung it out over top of her while he shook his hair like a dog getting her wet as well. Then, he turned and jumped onto Snoddy, clinging to him and getting his top half wet as well. If he was drenched, he might as well have fun with it.
Deciding both teens were now wet enough, he let go of Snoddy and plopped down on the ground laughing...
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Feb 21, 2011 13:12:38 GMT -5
((New Day-for Shannon))
Pallet slowly made her way down the shoreline, kicking up sand as she went along. She was having a horrible morning and was unsuccessful achieving what she left Bronx for, in the first place.
Finding a good spot to take to rest and soak up the heat of the afternoon sun, Pallet sat down wrapping her skirts around her legs. She stared out at the water before laying down and closing her eyes. Closing her eyes seemed to dull the pain that the glare of the sun off the top of the water was causing.
She was recovering from a massive hangover caused by comsuming too much Guiness on an empty stomach at McGinty's the night before. On top of her hangover, she also couldn't remember too much from last night. So, when she woke up this morning to an empty room and just flashes of memory from the night before, she decided to try to find someone who could fill the missings memories. Coming up empty handed, she found herself in Queens--sitting on the shore of Rockaway Beach--trying to remember...
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Post by Shannon Murphy on Feb 21, 2011 19:20:58 GMT -5
Shannon walked along the shore, enjoying the afternoon sun that beat down from above warming both the sand and her face as the water teased up towards the souls of her shoes and then retreated again. It was a soothing sort of place and Shannon had happened upon it almost by accident nearly a year ago and when she found a few moments to spare she spirited herself away from Brooklyn to Queens just for that reason. Usually she was alone, encounter very few along the water's edge, especially with the recent chill that seemed intent on linger in the air, but today there was another.
She could just make out that the dark lump a few yards ahead of her on the sand was a person, a girl if the long dark hair was any indication and as she drew closer, Shannon realized she knew the girl. It was Pallet, the sweet bonny lass who'd taken a stomach full of drink the night before with near nothing in her stomach and by the looks of her appeared to be paying the price. For a moment, Shannon considered passing on and leaving the girl to nurse her likely aching head in peace, but her friendly spirit wouldn't allow and so she looked down at Pallet with a smile. "Oy lass, ye findin' the world a bright place today, aye?"
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Feb 21, 2011 21:45:39 GMT -5
Pallet's eyes shot open at the sound of a familiar--and very loud--voice overhead, and quickly sat up. The fast movement was not a good idea for her pounding head. She let out a little groan and placed a hand over her eyes to block out the light. Holding her head in her hands, she looked up at the redhead looming overhead out of the corner of her eye and gave her a weak smile. "Oh God... Aye Shannon... Very bright and kinda loud."
Pallet slowly removed her hands from her head and opened her eyes. Catching a flash of Shannon's face in her memories from last night she realized this just might be who she needed to talk to. Smiling, she motioned to the ground next to her hoping Shannon would sit so she wouldn't have to look up at her--with the sun shining behind her it wasn't helping to quell her headache. "Shan, I'm actually glad to see you," she said not waiting for her to sit down. "You see... I'm having trouble remembering most of last night..." She hoped the sweet Irish barmaid--whom she was slowly coming to see as a friend--could help her remember.
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Post by Shannon Murphy on Feb 22, 2011 19:53:09 GMT -5
Shannon couldn't help the smile or the slight laugh at Pallet's rather weak protest that the world had been a bright and noisy place that day - no great surprise considering her condition when Shannon had last seen her. "Ach lass, that is the way of things when ye get heavy with the drink." She shook her head a little and resisted the urge to cluck her tongue like she might if it were Sean or Bridgette sitting in front of her - teasing old friends was one thing and while she knew Pallet in passing from the nights at the pub, Shannon wasn't sure how the lass would handle some good natured ribbing.
She did appear to want company though, as Pallet indicated that Shannon should sit and because she had some time and no need to hurry back to Brooklyn, she did. Shannon wasn't surprised when Pallet admitted to not being able to remember portions of the previous night and though Shannon had been deep in conversation with Banshee at the time, she had been keeping an eye on things. Something told her that Pallet may not be so keen on learning the details, especially since Shannon had a thought that she was sweet on Styx. "Do ye remember anything lass?" Shannon asked, deciding it was safer to start with what Pallet knew and try to connect the dots for the girl from there.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Feb 23, 2011 14:21:46 GMT -5
Pallet smiled and combed her hair back out of her eyes with her fingers. "I can't believe I let myself get that way." She let out a little chuckle realizing her father would roll over in his grave if he knew his full-blooded Irish daughter couldn't hold her drinks, let alone drank on an empty stomach. She hoped that didn't make her a disgrace to the Irish.
Pallet thought about Shannon's question; she thought back to what she could remember from last night. Her day started off lousy. She had been so annoyed and frustrated after meeting that gacky little redheaded gersha that she skipped out on breakfast and selling papes, and headed straight for Morris Park to try to relax and clear her head. Finding it unusually busy, she made her way to Queens to stop in to see Styx--he always made her feel better and made her smile--and maybe have lunch but he wasn't there. After that she wandered around until she found herself at McGinty's in Brooklyn. A couple drinks sounded like a good idea after such a long and unsuccessful day; she hadn't expected to run into the exact person she was looking for.
She had been so glad to see Styx sitting at the bar, that she totally forgot about being annoyed and frustrated. At first she didn't think anything about the friendliness between Styx and the blonde barmaid everyone called Bridgette but then the two of them disappeared into the backroom for quite some time leaving her to wonder. Then, when Jewel walked in, disregarding her orders to stay clear of Brooklyn, everything she had been feeling earlier rushed back to her.
Pallet cleared her throat and brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She laid her chin on top of her knees and looked out at the water. "I remember arguing with Jewel, and Lexi sitting down next to me. I vaguely remember ordering a third drink and Lexi asking me what was wrong. I don't remember answering her or anything after that... until I was back at the Bronx, standing outside with Styx holding me up. And... kissing him on the cheek when he left. Everything else is just... fuzzy or the memories are just gone." She turned her head and looked at Shannon "Could you tell me what I don't remember?" She bit her bottom lip before continuing, "I want to know... even if it's embarassing. Please?"
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Post by Shannon Murphy on Feb 23, 2011 19:21:11 GMT -5
Shannon listened as Pallet muddled through what she could gather from her own murky recollections of the night before and Shannon wasn't surprised that other than a few key moments, Pallet actually was pretty caught up with how everything had gone down. There were a few key moments that seemed to have escaped her memory and though she pleaded for sincerity and honesty, Shannon wondered if she would mean it after she was told. "Ye have more details than ye think you do," Shannon said when Pallet finished going through the evening as she remembered it. "Even if the details are a bit hazy, ye got the important bits."
She lifted a hand and toyed with an auburn curl that had escaped the ribbon she'd used to tie her hair back, slipping it between her fingers. "I can't say much for what you might have been talkin' about," Shannon began to explain, thinking back and finding that what came most readily to mind was the smile on Banshee's face and not the answers to Pallet's plight. "I was set a little ways off, but I think ye were complain' of bein' warm." Shannon recalled twisting in her chair and seeing Pallet reaching for the buttons of her shirt with amused looks from those around her and a loud declaration that it had gotten hot.
"And then ye..." Shannon searched for the right words to explain what she knew was likely to embarrass Pallet, if her instincts about her feelings for Styx were correct. And though she wished to spare her new friend from feeling somewhat foolish, there was really no other way to say it and Shannon knew it was best to just come out with it. "Ye tried to unbutton yer shirt lass," Shannon said in a rush, always one with blunt words when they were needed and she shook her head and shot Pallet a soft smile. "Ye didn't get very far, Lexi waylaid you and Bridgette and the lad were good about trying to get some food in your stomach."
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Feb 24, 2011 20:14:49 GMT -5
Pallet covered her face with her hands. "Oh God..." She couldn't believe that she tried to take her shirt off. In front of everyone. She racked her brains trying to recall whether she had an undershirt on under her button-up, at least. Well, she woke up still in her clothes this morning so yes, she did have an undershirt on.
Pallet lifted her face from her hands and turned to Shannon and shrugged. "I guess it was good Lexi was there then. Otherwise, who knows what would've happened." She shook her head in disbelief of her actions. It was a good thing she was fortunate enough to have been with the people that were there last night. If it had been a bunch of Brooklynites, the outcome may have been different. "I'll have to thank Bridgette the next time I see her." Even my jealousy about her closeness to Styx would never cause me to be ungrateful or rude to someone who actually seemed like a good person, she thought to herself.
Pallet smiled and began to wrap and unwrap a strand of hair around her index finger. "I know you were kind of preoccupied with your handsome Irishman, but did you hear if I might of said anything embarrassing... like to Styx, maybe?" She hoped that she hadn't. Otherwise, their next encounter might be a bit awkward. And she didn't want that. Styx was one of the few guys that she actually felt comfortable around.
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Post by Shannon Murphy on Feb 25, 2011 19:32:43 GMT -5
"Ach lass, none of us think the less of ye for it," Shannon waved of Pallet's obvious horror and concern, knowing that most were likely to have moments they wished the earth had swallowed them whole - alcohol at the center of most of them. She hadn't given the evening's occurrences another thought and figured it was likely the others hadn't as well. "Bridge will appreciate the thought, but I assure ye she didn't mind it a bit," Shannon said with a smile, knowing that the girl who was like a sister to her had done for Pallet as she would any other.
Pallet referenced Banshee as her 'handsome lad' and while the sentiment made her inwardly smile she couldn't help but shake her head with a laugh. "Ach lass, ye are as bloody thickheaded as me friend Sean. I told ye, he's just me friend - a fine, handsome friend to be sure, but a friend." Not that the thought hadn't crossed her mind to want more, or to wonder if perhaps he might, but that was neither here nor there - and not the purpose of the present conversation as far as Shannon was concerned.
"Styx is a right good lad," Shannon said, moving on to answer Pallet's question as she reached down to run her fingers through some of the sand beside her, watching as it slid between her fingers. "I didn't hear most of what was said, but he'll no more than be bothered by what happen than another soul. And he took care to walk ye home, lass." Shannon smiled over at Pallet reassuringly, she didn't imagine that Styx had the same interest in the girl as she had in him, but Shannon had spent enough time with him to know that he was a good lad.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Mar 5, 2011 20:38:56 GMT -5
Pallet breathed a sigh of relief and smiled weakly. She had probably made more of a fool of herself then Shannon was letting on, but she was grateful for the reassurance that she hadn't been too bad. She would have been less likely to show her face in McGinty's again had she been told that she had embarrassed herself.
Pallet stared out at the water, thinking about the times she had spent getting to know Styx. The corners of her mouth slowly began to raise, forming a smile at the thought. "That he is, Shannon. I've come to realize that." She rested her forehead on the top of her knees, before turning her head in Shannon's direction. "How long have you known Styx?"
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Post by Shannon Murphy on Mar 5, 2011 23:01:55 GMT -5
Shannon knew not a soul would blame Pallet for how she had acted, and considering the fine messes Shannon had both seen and gotten herself into when full of the drink, she was hardly one to judge. "Don't give it another thought, lass," Shannon smiled over at her encouragingly, clucking her tongue when she noticed her weak smile. "Drink lots of water, aye? And if ye get a mind for it, get some bread in ye," Shannon suggested, knowing the signs of a rough night that marked Pallet's face.
Shannon looked over when Pallet indicated that she agreed with her assessment that Styx was a good lad and she could see some of the starry eyes through the blurriness and wished there was more she could say to warn her friend. Lads like Styx were leaving a string of hearts behind him, she had no doubt of it and Shannon hated to think that Pallet might be one. "How long? Oh long enough I suppose. Met him one night when he came into McGinty's," Shannon recalled, unable to remember the exact day or how long it had been, only that he had a way of making them all laugh when he dropped in. "Hit it off with Bridge and he's been round regular enough."
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Apr 24, 2011 20:07:29 GMT -5
Pallet glanced over at Shannon. She knew her new friend caught the look in her eyes that she tried to hide. She also knew what Shannon was probably thinking. After meeting Styx, she asked around about him. She had been warned by her friends to be careful, and she wasn't naïve. But, she trusted him and he was turning out to be a pretty good person and someone she felt she could trust.
Pallet straightened her legs out in front of her, resting her hands on the sand behind her, and leaned back. She smiled weakly and stared out at the horizon, watching a boat glide across the water in the distance. "They're pretty good mates, huh? Bridgette and Styx?"
Pallet had heard plenty about Styx being a flirt and his way with women, so she knew that he and Bridge had probably been very good friends at one time or another, if not still. But that was something she already knew--Styx' habits concerning women--and she learned to accept that about him. It was hard at first but he was teaching her to be more carefree and to 'live a little'. Before meeting him, she always worried and cared about everyone else--never taking time for herself. She was learning to take time for herself for once--to relax. Styx was good for her.
Pallet looked over at Shannon. "They're pretty close?"
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Post by Shannon Murphy on Apr 25, 2011 19:36:22 GMT -5
"Aye good enough mates as they can be," Shannon said, lifting her shoulder in a half shrug as she looked over at Pallet. The real truth of the matter was between Styx and Bridgette themselves and while Shannon had her thoughts, it really wasn't her place to say - that was for the two of them to figure out and the rest of the world to keep their nose out. At least that's how Shannon saw things and as she had an affection for Styx and a connection to Bridgette that was more sisters than merely friends, it wasn't her place to expound further. Even if she did think that Pallet should tread carefully, if for her own fragile feelings than anything else - men like Styx rarely meant to cause harm but it did have a way of following in their wake when they weren't careful.
"Can't say how close lass, as that is a question only they can answer, aye," She said, shooting Pallet a smile as she drew her legs up and wrapped her arms around them, shoving the thick material of her skirt around her ankles. "Ye got an eye for the lad, do ye?" Shannon asked, knowing she'd seen that look in Pallet's eye a time or two when she'd been watching Styx and Shannon mentally shook her head. "He's a right good lad, one ye want at yer back when ye need it and a cheery good nature to boot. But he's a right fine charmer and ye best know it wouldn't be right to hope he'd change his ways."
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