The Gang Leader's Iris

8// Dirty Dancing

"Morning." I yawn, walking into the kitchen.

"Good morning, sweetie." Sam chirps, getting a clean plate from the cabinet. "Would you like some eggs?" I nod as she scoops eggs onto my plate and places two pieces of bacon next to it. "So what are you doing this weekend?" She asks, handing me that plate.

"I'm going over to Mahogany's house today." I say, before shoveling eggs into my mouth. "Tomorrow......." I trail in deep thought. "nothing."

"Great, you and I can do something." she suggests.

"Sure." I retort, stuffing the rest of my food into my mouth. "Got to go." I rush, placing my plate in the sink and rush to the door. "Bye!" I slip on my shoes and run to the Rider's house. *Knock* *Knock* Two seconds later the door opens to a pair of Hazel eyes.

"Riss!" Mahogany shouts, pulling me into the house. She drags me into the living room and pulls me onto the couch. "The Victim? How exactly do you know him?"

"I told you," I sigh, leaning back into the comfy couch. "we were in the same foster home. He's like a brother to me."

"Why haven't you seen him in so long?" She asks, a confused look on her face.

"He got adopted and after my," I pause, taking in a breath. "my last fight his 'parents' didn't want him around me. They think of me as a bad influence."

"Riss...." she trails, hugging me. "Do they know he fights?" I shake my head and detach myself from Mahogany.

"No and they can't know." I sigh. "On a happier note, I got to see him. And that's more than enough for me. I only require knowing that he's doing ok."

"Good." She smiles, trying to lighten the mood. "You want to watch a movie?"

"Dirty Dancing?" I suggest, she smiles and heads over to a bin, pulling out the movie. She pops it into the DVD player before plopping down next to me.

"This is my favorite part." Mag whispers to me. We are currently cuddled up next to each other on the couch. The movie is at the part where the final dance is about to start.

"Nobody puts Baby in a corner." The T.V. and a deep voice from behind me say in unison. I turn my head to see Ian standing in the doorway. I giggle and his eyes snap in my direction. "What are you doing here?" I see a slight blush tint his cheeks as he asks me this question.

"You like Dirty Dancing?" I ask, ignoring his question and turning back to the T.V.

"No, I was forced to watch it only a million times." he answers.

"Oh, please, you have watched it no more than twenty times." Mag corrects, pressing play. "And now that I have Riss you are relived of your duty."

"Duty?" I question, raising an eyebrow.

"Whenever she has a break up she watches Dirty Dancing at least twice and eats tubs of ice-cream." Ian answers.

"I would do the same thing." I chuckle.

A few seconds later, durning the big lift in the final dance, Ian's phone goes off. "Get out!" Mag and I whine, throwing popcorn at him.

He walks out of the room and a few second later I hear the front door open. As the credits move across the screen Kyle plops down onto the couch next to me. "Hello, mo daor."

"What does that mean?" I ask, snatching the remote off the table.

"It's means my dear in Irish." he answers.

"You're Irish?" I ask, changing the channel.

"Yeah," he chuckles. "my mother is from Ireland and my father is Irish. He even studied Irish in High School and in College."

"Cool, did they dress you up as a leprechaun when you were a baby?" I ask, deciding on Big Bang Theory.

"Sadly," he sighs, leaning back. "yes." Mahogany and I burst into a fit of laughter. "I know, I know, hilarious."

"How do you say 'kiss my ass' in Irish?" I ask.

"Póg mo thóin." he answers, with ease.

"That's what that means!" Ian shouts, glaring a his friend. "You told me it meant something else!" Kyle smirks and burst into a fit of laughter Mag and myself following suit.

~*~

"You wanna spend the night?" Mahogany asks, turning off the T.V.

"Sure." I nod, before laying my head on Kyle's shoulder. "Can I borrow some PJs?"

"Yeah, I'll go get some." she answers, walking out of the living room. After a while I start to doze off a bit, but not fully.

"You have a fight tomorrow?" I hear Kyle ask.

"Yeah." Ian answers.

"How much?"

"Pat said about 300, maybe more."

Pat? As in Patrick Johnson? The Boss' son? "Is his dad going to-"

"I have the jammies!" Mahogany yells.

"She's asleep." Kyle whispers.

My eyes shoot open to glare at Mags. "I'm up." I grumble. I stand up and and trail behind Mahogany as we head up the stairs. I need to talk to the Boss he's like a father to me and I haven't seen him in so long. Plus he might know what happened to Thomas that one night.

Maybe if I find Patrick he'll take me to his dad.

Hopefully I will find him......