Look East | A Hozier Fanfiction |

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"Happy Holidays!" Andrew called as the last guest got into their car. He shivered as he waited in the driveway, waving as they drove away. When they were gone, he closed the gate and went back inside. "Jesus, its colder than a witch's tit out there," he exclaimed, kicking his shoes off at the door.

"I will never understand how the Irish can drink so much," Molly remarked, picking up several empty wine bottles and adding them to the bin.

"Its in our blood," Alex said proudly, adding two plates into the dishwasher. "If you can't drink, you're not Irish."

She rolled her eyes. "That's bullshit," she laughed.

"I, too, am intrigued by your insane alcohol consumption," Oscar remarked. "I was in fucking Delta Kappa Epsilon at Yale. You drink those asshats under the fucking table."

"I never pictured you for the Greek life, Oscar," Luke remarked.

"You'd be wrong, my friend," Oscar replied. "Every man in my family for the past four generations has attended Yale and been in Delta Kappa Epsilon. I'm what they'd call a legacy."

Molly rolled her eyes. "Oscar's family has more money than God," she told the guitarist. "He's the sole inheritor."

"Only after Rob and Cheryl die," Oscar corrected her. "Mommy's doing alright, but Daddy just had his third heart attack, so here's hoping he goes first," he said with mock glee, crossing his fingers.

"Jesus Christ, that's dark," Alex scoffed, opening another beer.

Oscar spun on his bar stool and looked directly at Alex. "The man sent me to conversion therapy for four straight summers after I came out. I was ten. Trust me when I say there is no love lost between the two of us. The old shit bag could be on fucking fire and I'd pour lighter fluid on him so he'd burn faster."

"Fuck," Alex said.

"Hey, Andy, thanks for letting us stay here," Desi said, coming downstairs. "Its nice to not have to be in a hotel." Kate was right behind her.

Andrew smiled at them. "No problem. I'm glad to see you guys again."

"Alright, this is just fucking depressing," Oscar said standing. "Its only ten and we're already clearing up? Are we eighty?"

Molly smiled. "I don't think they can handle the Los Angeles party mindset, love," she said to him.

"Jesus, you've turned thirty and become grandmothers," he sighed. "Hell even my grandmother would stay at the club until eleven."

"Whoa, your gran went clubbing?" Kate asked.

"Country clubbing," Oscar chuckled, winking at Kate.

"Technically, I'm not thirty yet," Molly corrected him. "Not for about ten days."

"Just because we're in our thirties, it doesn't mean we don't know how to have a good time," Andrew insisted, coming up behind her.

"Oh? Prove it," Oscar countered, draining the last of the whiskey from his glass.

Andrew could remember quite a few wild evenings on tour, especially during the first album cycle. He looked at Oscar, sizing the man up. "Alright. Strip poker," he suggested the first thing that came to his mind.