Heavenly Virtues

Part 3

Ashley could drink, she could always hold her liquor well but she was finding it hard to keep up with the twins. Rocco tapped out a while ago, unwillingly as he passed out on the bar causing a very drunk Connor and Murphy to stack various items on his head napkins, peanuts, shot glasses. She was having a good time, the boys where hilarious and she came to realize the two were very well liked here. It seemed everyone that walked through the door had come to say hello and everytime someone came up to the twins they took it upon themselves to introduce 'Sarah'.

At this point she was ready to call it a night it was almost last call and she was seeing double. She found herself matching Rocco, leaning on the bar and ready to pass out. "Sarah... Sarah." She felt a nudge on her arm "Sarah." She lifted her head to meet Conners eyes "Jesus lass, ye don't know yer own name, or jus too drunk?" She laughed at the thought of her not knowing her own name when he was calling her by someone else's "that's not m-" She was cut off when Doc placed his hand on hers and gave her something stern look. It was met with confusion then realization, as she stiffled a laugh "m-m-maybe its time f-fer bed lass." She nodded quickly, downing her beer and stumbling to a standing/leaning position on the bar.

Conner moved to hold her up as she stumbled along the side of the bar like a child learning to ice skate. "Ye need some help gettin up to yer place lass?" She giggled and turned to him and placed a hand on his chest before leaning in and whispering "I'll be fine." She felt the hard chest that laid behind his thin shirt and looked up to meet his eyes with a chuckle "mm nice." With that she turned to the stairs ready for bed. Conner let out a booming laugh at the girls drunken flirting before she fell on her ass not two feet from him.

A new laugh left his lips then, amused but concerned. The loud "oof" that left her lips alerted Murphy to her and he was at her side in a minute helping her to her feet. "I think I need help after all." She said as Conner took her other side and helped her up the steep stairs. Once up the stairs they got her onto her bed with ease, and Conner worked to take her boots off of her trying his best to not hurt her wrapped foot.

He stared at the wrapping for a minute before turning to his brother "wha do ye think happened to er?" Murphy shook his head looking at her bruised face "I donnae know brudder." he reached out and caressed her sleeping face "nothin good." Conner looked at his with furrowed brow "no shite ye dumb cunt." Murphy gave him the same look back "fuck off." Murphy pulled the blankets over her and they left her to sleep as they made their way back down to the bar.

She had the best day, spend it with her new and very attractive friends, actually having fun for the first time in forever but that didn't stop the nightmares from finding her. From the monsters of her past finding her in her sleep and twisting her memories. Flashes of her dead friend desperately trying to escape the grasp of their stalker by the only means she knew how, officer Quinlan finding her, blood everywhere.

Her friends echoed screams for help rang in her ears as she jolted awake drenched from sweat. She rushed to her feet, still intoxicated from last night's events and landed on her face. she glanced at the clock and sighed she had only gotten three hours of sleep, she struggled to find her footing but made her way to the kitchen. She put on a pot of coffee and took some aspirin with a big glass of water. As she watched the coffee drip she peeled her soaked shirt off of her and got out pajamas from her bag. She would need to get her bigger bag of clothes from her car soon but these would do for now.

She jumped in the shower quickly washing away the layer of dried sweat before drying off and getting comfy in her pajamas. She made a cup of coffee and looked through the books scattered on her bed. Her eyes landed on The Tempest, the Shakespeare book she had picked up to please Conner. She shrugged and figured she had time, so in the next couple hours she read through every page and made her way through a whole pot of coffee. As she turned the last page she found herself not thinking about the book, infact she barely paid attention to the book.