Moira

Meeting Moira

Christopher was driving and Peter sat in the seat next to him while he smoked his cigarette. The Beatles was playing on the radio and they both listened with peace.
Then Peter spoke up, " You know that Drug Lord? Kerry J?"
Christopher nodded "Yes! What about him?" eyeing his brother suspiciously.
" Today he offered me a business deal out of the blue in the club. He is offering quite a deal Chris! You got to think about it. We could make a lot of money." said Peter with excitement. Now that, that was what worried Christopher about Peter. He always wanted to deal with drug lords, as if he wanted to start his drug phase once again after tough years at rehab. Peter started again "You see the stuff he has got is, pretty good, one sniff and you're feeling good as hell!" His expression changed immediately, he realized that he had spilled the beans and now there was no one to save him from his brother's anger. Christopher stopped the car with a jolt that Peter nearly hit the dashboard. Christopher stared at him angrily, " One sniff? What is wrong with you after all those tough days at rehab you have started again? Pete! Why don't you understand? It's hard for me too, I do all these crimes so that you have a com-"
Christopher was cut off with the sound of the back door opening and closing. "What the Fuck?" Peter swore and looked back. There was a girl lying down on the backseat, they could not see her face, she had red hair and seemed to be fairly tall. She was crying. What business could this girl have with their car?
"Hey you! What's wrong with you lass? Get out! I have a gun and I won't hesitate to shoot ! " Peter warned angrily.
"Please! Two men are following me! Please! One of them already tore my scarf, you have no idea how I ran! Please save me! Please!" the girl pleaded with her head still ducked. Suddenly two fat and men appeared. Huffing and puffing they looked in their car's direction. They approached the car and knocked on its pane. Peter drew down his window's glass. One of them spoke, "You seen a ginger running down here lads? She is drunk, you know, we are her brothers. You see, our dear little sis does not want to go home!" He smiled. Christopher took his gun out and held it against his head, " You know I haven't seen any ginger down here and please, Go away! I don't have time for brothers who can't take care of their siblings." Peter motioned him to move forward. They moved backwards and then the other man gave a shocked expression and started speaking " Mr Burke! Gosh! We are so sorry! We will never bother you again! " with that they ran away.
The girl now sat on the backseat, revealing her face. She was beautiful, she had a pointy nose and beautiful green eyes. Her hair reached her waist, they were long and wavy. She smiled at the two men who had saved her life. Both the brothers looked at her. She was so beautiful that no one could help but fall in love with her, and that's what happened, the brothers fell in love with her the instant they saw her, yet they did not realize it. Both of them just gazed at her beauty and fell in love with her more with each passing second.
She broke the silence, " Thank you! Oh God! I can never pay you back for saving my life!" She wiped her tears and smiled at them. Then again she spoke " But it is quite a shocker, that such horrid men know such good people like you!". Good people. Not once had they heard this phrase in their entire lives except for those whom they had killed.
Peter replied with a silly grin and started talking to her, " Oh that was nothing. And I'm sorry for threatening you with a gun. What is your name by the way?"
She replied with a smile, " Moira. Moira Robbins"
"Well this is my elder brother Christopher and I'm Peter. Christopher and Peter Burke." Peter introduced both the brothers. "I still do not understand, why do they know you. They kind off thugs, threatened me with a knife. How do know them?". Peter hesistated, then Christopher replied, "We are worse criminals than they are. We are you see gang leaders. Gangsters." Moira stared in silence and she smiled. " I would say good gangsters."
Peter then asked, " Moira, where do you stay? You know, we could, umm, drop you?" To this Moira replied," Oh just the other block! But don't bother yourselves!". "You know those swines could still be out there. So you better come with us!" said Christopher in a serious tone. " Oh okay, thanks!" Moira replied and sat comfortably.
It turned out that Moira's house was a bit too far than expected, she reduced the distance so that they would not bother themselves much. Thanks to the long distance, they came to know her even better. Peter and Moira chattered constantly, they came to know that she was a waitress at the 'Vintage' hotel. Which reminded the brothers they had a party to attend over there. Peter got extremely excited. Then Moira told that she had to work at the age of nineteen because her drug addict aunt spent all which was left for her after her parent's death. She was only twenty one, which made both the brothers cringe because they were thirty and forty five years old respectively. The mention of a drug addict made Christopher stare at his brother reminding him of the conversation they were yet to finish. Peter and Moira joked a lot, which brought occasional smiles on Christopher's face. It was a jolly ride and Christopher wished that they would get lost forever so that he could admire Moira Robbinns silently.
At the end, they dropped her. She bent down to thank them and said " You know, I'm quite young and you two are something dangerous. But can we be friends? I mean you are a really nice lot."
Christopher simply stared at her for a while, then he smiled and replied,"Sure. Friends?" He held out his hand towards her and Peter did the same thing. They shook hands and smiled. "Friends!" Moira smiled.
" Uh and Christopher?"
"Yes Moira?"
"Smile often! You look really handsome!" Moira remarked with a charming smile.

The whole way back home, the brothers listened to the Beatles in silence. When they reached home, Christopher was still blushing and smiling. Before they retired to their bedrooms Christopher said, "I will have a long talk with you tomorrow morning Mister, till then Good Night!" To which Peter replied," Okay, and Chris! Moira is right! Smile more often!" He winked, " Good Night". Christopher gave him a smirk and went to his room, he slapped the back of his head and lay down on his bed still thinking about Moira and sleep came to him in no time.