The Quinns and McCools sat at the dining table while loud music was heard in the background, causing the table and things on top of it to shake.
"Already? It's started already?"
Asked Mary in dismay pulling a large suitcase along behind her.
"I think it's just a rehearsal, love."
Assured Gerry.
"They've been playing the same
three songs since 1795
what do they need to rehearse for?"
Asked Mary.
"Well, practice makes perfect, Aunt Mary.
You know that is why they are so cracker."
Said Orla happily holding a spoon in one hand and a knife in the other as drumsticks.
"I'm sorry?
Did you just call the
Orange Order 'cracker'?"
Questioned Erin.
"I'm considering joining."
Replied Orla.
"I don't think they accept Catholics, Orla,
or, you know, acknowledge
our right to exist."
Said Erin irritatedly.
"Give us a hand here, Gerry
this'll not close.
We need to shift ourselves!
We're the last Fenians standing!"
Exclaimed Mary.
"Relax, love, we've got a
good two or three hours
before the rioting starts."
Shad Joe calmly.
"I'll not settle myself until
we're over that border, Da."
"You're absolutely sure we
need the big clock, love?"
Asked Gerry. Opening the case showing a large wall clock.
"We've been through this, Gerry."
Mary said exasperatedly.
"Definitely don't want
to bring the wee clock?"
He queried.
"I can't be doing with the wee clock!"
She yelled.
"What is your problem with the big clock?"
Reprimanded Joe.
"It wouldn't say I have a problem, as such,
it's just much heavier and
takes up a lot of room."
Said Gerry.
"I'm telling you, Mary,
that's how it starts
now he's dictating what
size of clock you can pack.
Next you'll be telling you
what to wear, what to say.
Before you know it, you'll
be faking your own death
and assuming a new identity."
Said, Joe
"Erin, I told you not to let him
watch that Sleeping With The Enemy."
Said Mary.
"Couldn't stop him, Mammy."
"Great show."
Added Joe.
"Stick that in the boot."
Mary said to Gerry.
"You'll be as well getting
one of the wee'uns to do it."
Said Joe coming to pick the case up
"Out of the way."
He ordered Gerry.
At this moment Claire burst through the door.
"Listen to it! I mean, just listen
to it! I mean... I mean, I don't...
I mean, why do they have to be so loud?"
She exclaimed.
"Breathe, love."
Said Mary.
"Far worse for me, Clare. I
mean, my hearing's impeccable."
Said Erin.
"I've read the same paragraph 47 times
because I can't concentrate because...
Oh, my God, the noise!
This whale, he's a bad brute, Mrs Quinn.
I have to know if they catch him.
Can I come away with you, please?"
Claire begged.
"OK, well, if your mother has no
objections, I don't see why not."
Replied Mary.
"Thank you. Thank you. I'll
never forget this. Thank you!"
Said Claire smiling and practically jumping for joy.
"She's taking you to a
caravan in Portnoo
she's not giving you her kidney, Clare."
"Listen, Mary, I just did a reading.
The cards say if we go on this wee
holiday, we're placing ourselves
in grave danger, which I'm not
buzzing about, to be honest."
Said Sarah walking into the room holding a deck of cards.
YOU ARE READING
Derry Girls James McGuire x reader
FanfictionY/N L/N is a wee Northern English lass who just arrived in Derry- I wonder what's in store for her? I do not own Derry Girls, the characters or the plot, and of course, you own yourself. (there are a shitload of grammar mistakes in this, be warned...
