Kiss My Irish Ass! (St. Paddy's Pt.2)
GAME HOES
NottListening Please tell me that you all have a plan tonight
KissMyIrishAss absolutely not we die like men
KissMyIrishAss because the women have left us
KissMyIrishAss they have left and now are off to greater adventures without us
NottListening Has he been drinking?
FjordTough oddly enough no he’s just being a dick today
Dynamis Well, we got mimosas at brunch.
FjordTough we?
MrPalomares2 Essek and I had to drive down together and you were in class.
FjordTough you had brunch with my best friend and not me
Dynamis Last night during Apex, you two were married again.
NottListening Where did you even find a brunch place not packed in Boston?
KissMyIrishAss We south a bit to escape the crowds
NottListening How did that work out for you
MrPalomares2 How is escaping the crowds on the way to New York?
NottListening touché
FjordTough I could have gone for a mimosa
SleevesRBS aren’t you on a sugar cut
FjordTough I repeat…
HeySailor not drnkin 2nite
FjordTough I am not dealing with molls sober
KissMyIrishAss fuck you
FjordTough fuck you
NottListening Back to the plan please?
GreenTea We are going to the Commons early to walk around, then joining the gaggle walking to the concert an hour before. We will take the T back to the apartments.
Dynamis I will be parking by Fjord and Molly’s apartment.
NottListening Thank you.
FjordTough I’m almost scared to ask, but what are you up to Darrow?
HeySailor savannah
FjordTough Oh no
HeySailor oh yes
BigBadWolf Isn’t that one of the largest celebrations in the country?
HeySailor yep
ItsYaBoi We’ve done that and Mardi Gras a few years ago. Let me tell you. That was a wild fucking month to behold.
ItsYaBoi I think I was residually drunk for a week after that.
SleevesRBS fucking christ
HeySailor me and the boys 4 all goin together n stayin on river st
HeySailor well b fine
ItsYaBoi I genuinely fear for him some days.
NottListening I feel that on a spiritual level
KissMyIrishAss I feel attacked
NottListening You should
NottListening Cad, promise me you’ll keep the children in line?
GreenTea Of course. You, as well.
“Cay,” Molly whined from the back seat. “Your best friend is being mean.”
Caleb looked up into the rearview mirror. Molly’s hair was now a deep green and freshly shaved on the sides. He even admitted that there was something over the top about the American obsession with the “Irish” holiday. At the same time, he also enjoyed unabashedly the attention he got simply by being actual Irish accent to flaunt for free drinks. In the previous years, Fjord admitted to pulling him from admiring crowds or people who wanted to do a bit more than kiss him. Cad and Fjord seemed more than relieved to have Essek there both as a deterrent for his flirting to that extent and to reign him in as the boyfriend.
“You deserve it from what I’ve heard,” Caleb teased back. He felt the man moodily kick the back of his seat.
“And seen,” Essek added calmly as he pulled down the street the student apartments were on. “It amazes me how… bad these streets are.”
“It’s Massachusetts, what do you expect?” Molly giggled and flopped back in his seat.
“It’s the capital.”
“Sorry we’re not California.”
Essek only hummed in response and parked in Molly’s spot. Molly had brought his car to his parents so there would be an open spot to keep the Camry safe. They all got out and headed down the street and toward the large, red brick buildings that sat high on a grassy slope. Molly ran up first and waved at the people who sat outside with their phones out and music. One or two greeted the other men as they went by.
The other place they had lived was nice for a dormitory. The people who were on his floor, aside from some of the obvious contenders, had been friendly. These neighbors were more so. From what Caleb had learned, as few were actually graduate students who knew him through other people. As the opened the door, one of them asked if they were hitting Southie or not. Molly opened his mouth, but Caleb smiled and shook his head.
“Dropkick concert,” he explained.
“Fuck yeah. Ain’t been to one of those in years. Think it was at The Strand back when it was Lupos?”
“Fuck, man, that’s a hot minute ago,” his friend replied looking over his phone. “You’re old as shit, guy.”
The first student flipped his friend off. Essek waved them off and headed inside. As Caleb turned, the first guy called to him and he stopped.
“You’re dating Fjord, right?” Caleb could only flush and nod as his throat closed out of fear. “Dope. My buddy is one of his followers and is too shy to ask him about joining the campus pride event. Think you could ask him?”
Caleb smiled and exhaled. He nodded, and the guy smiled brightly. He went inside and met the curious eyes of Molly and Essek. He explained on the way up to the apartment. They stopped outside the apartment as Molly unlocked the door and they went in. Fjord turned with a mouth full of noodles hanging from his mouth and shoulders hunched. He smiled shyly while holding the bowl in one hand and his chopsticks in the other. Molly snorted and kicked the door shut.
“Caleb, honestly I have no idea how you manage to not ravage him daily,” he mused.
“Did you not know? The sound of slurping soup turns me on.”
Fjord slowly sucked the noodles into his mouth as loud as he could. Essek and Molly groaned and laughed. The two of them headed for Molly’s room to get ready. Caleb stepped forward and pressed a chaste kiss to his boyfriend’s mouth once it was cleared of food. Fjord smirked at him and sat down at the table. He had a Powerade out and a water that was mostly drunk. It was comforting to know that he was pregaming in a healthy way, now. That he was at least preparing for whatever hellscape they were literally working into in this case. Caleb was ripped out of his musing when Fjord pulled him into his lap and wrapped an arm around his waist.
“How do you plan on making it up to me,” he teased.
Caleb hummed. “How about a Bloody Mary tomorrow. A place with decent brunch menu.”
“If you’re not too hung over.” Caleb hummed. “Or I don’t keep you in bed.”
“Not while we’re here, too,” Molly called from his room. Fjord grumbled into Caleb’s neck.
Essek (6:37pm): Could you grab us some waters at your stand?
Caleb (6:40pm): Of course. Are you able to get our beers with the IDs
Essek (6:41pm): Yep. He got us all Guinness aside from me.
Caleb (6:43pm): Why.
Essek (6:44pm): I got a red ale. He told me we were breaking up if I got an American beer.
Caleb (6:45pm): So you got an Irish beer?
Essek (6:45pm): Yes.
Caleb (6:46pm): That’s gay.
Essek (6:47pm): Very.
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[Image of Caleb putting in ear plugs with a confused face]
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[Image 1: Essek, Molly, Fjord, and Caleb in line outside of Fenway. Image 2: Cad and Caleb with earplugs in. Image 3: Fjord smiling with face paint added to his cheek with Molly. Selfie of Molly with a shamrock necklace around his neck and held by his teeth.]
Yearly tribute to the American Gaelic Gods. The lady is in NYC with the girls and the boys are left to play.
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GAME HOES
ItsYaBoi Cay how are you holding up?
KissMyIrishAss I think he’s lost his voice
Caleb could not remember the last concert he had been to that was not an orchestral or choir show. He had no real way to prepare for what the night would bring. All the same, after the two opening acts and three beers in, he was feeling the energy from the crowd. His face hurt from smiling and throat from screaming with the crowd. They were in the stands rather than on the field, where he could see the mosh pit swirling in its angry patterns. It was safer up there, but no less energetic. He had expected Essek to be still and almost stoic through it all, but he found his friend’s hair out of place from the nearly automatic reaction to the bassline of the music and the percussion.
His heart was pounding, and his body felt too big for his skin. He could feel Fjord’s lips brushing along his neck and snorted. Behind him, he heard one of the girls cooing to her friend about it. They had been talking to Molly, who practically held court in their section between the first and second sets. They had bonded over their families being from a similar area. He was about to tell Fjord to stop when the shrill, piercing sound of bagpipes cut through the night. Immediately, the entire stadium cheered like an explosion. He swore the air around him trembled from the noise, but he was not overwhelmed in that moment.
GAME HOES
GreenTea We are on our way to the bars.
KissMyIrishAss PUBS
ItsYaBoi Just want to point out your username is a Flogging Molly song…
KissMyIrishAss IT’S A SAYING
Dynamis I am taking his phone away, don’t worry.
SleevesRBS a god among men
Dynamis I’m aware.
Fjord was sure the temperature inside the bar was at least ten degrees warmer than it needed to be thanks to the bodies packed inside. It was almost obscene at this point, though it was also something he had grown accustomed to with these major drinking nights. He had never done the Mardi Gras trip as others had, but with enough St. Paddy’s events under his belt, the felt this should have been normal. Or at least the Naval Ball after parties that often slammed local bars in the city with embarrassingly drunk sailors looking for a date to take home. He had a beer in one hand and the other around Caleb’s waist. The smaller man was pressed in a long line against his body. They were at a high top in the fifth bar of the night while Cad and Essek spoke to each other about current events and Molly made friends with the entirety of the location.
It was no surprise when the man came over with a number of others in tow. A server followed with an exasperated but bright smile. Her tray was loaded with what could only be the makings of car bombs for all but himself and Cad. He frowned at the group that had followed until he realized one was his sister, Ornna and her friends. Molly’s face was flush red from alcohol and heat. Ornna was no better with her red hair falling out of the braids she had been wearing.
“Cad,” she gasped and pulled her older brother into a hug. The man smiled his slow, lazy grin. “I thought Molly was talking out of his ass when he said you were with him.”
“Someone has to keep him in line,” Cad replied gently. “I thought you were not the sort to party. Your words.”
Ornna blushed and glared. Her friends piled around the table as the waitress stepped back. Essek caught her tray with his long fingers and made her freeze up. Fjord chuckled into his beer mug as the girl seemed frozen under his spell as he handed her a few fives folded in on each other and a shy smirk. She took the money and headed back to the bar but looked back over at him with a doe-like gaze twice. It seemed he had that affect on more than just his best friend, after all. Objectively, the man was stunning, but Fjord had a sick fascination at watching how quickly people were taken in by him. A few months ago, it was out of jealousy and annoyance. Now, it was pure comedy. Especially as the man seemed unaware of the power he held.
“Alright,” Molly called. He stood on the crossbars of Essek’s stool. His boyfriend immediately held him steady by his hips. “I have stolen my lame sister’s mates so we can do some bombs. As Fjord can’t be fucking trusted near one and my brother doesn’t drink, I need some of you to take it up with me.”
Ornna fondly rolled her eyes as Fjord started recording on his phone. He stepped back some and used his height to get a better angle over Ornna’s shoulder as the group of nine took their half-filled pint glasses and their shot glasses. Molly counted them off with his hand slamming into the table. A clink of glass and everyone was chugging to varying degrees of success. Fjord unabashedly watched the way Caleb’s throat bobbed with a grin. He was tipsy enough to not feel embarrassment for how much he enjoyed that sight. The pints were slammed down one after the other and he turned off his camera. As he did so, Caleb turned while wiping his mouth and caught Fjord in an open-mouthed kiss that shocked him. Had Fjord paler skin, his face would have been red. Instead, he faltered before kissing back in earnest as the table cheered.
“Wanted to do that all night,” Caleb admitted against his lips. He tasted like Bailey’s and Jameson.
Fjord was about to move in for another kiss. He felt drunk off that kiss. A voice, however, froze his movements as he heard a hiss of a slur come from a nearby table. The group turned and looked to find a few college students, two who looked barely old enough to be out of high school, with sneers on their face. Fjord pulled himself to full height and looked over at them with a hand on Caleb and the other with his pint.
“You got something to say,” he asked with his voice rough from the concert.
“You fucking heard me,” the lanky one repeated with hiss. His buddies laughed.
Fjord finished his beer and put it down heavily before walking over to their table. He leaned against it. Part of his face was stilly visibly bruised from the last hockey match and his teeth were still not affixed, leaving a gnarly look of jagged remains and bare gums. He grinned darkly at them.
“You guys can kindly fuck off,” he offered in a gentle tone that was laced with venom. “Or I will ensure your week is ruined. Longer if I stop feeling so generous.”
He reached and took one of their French fries while watching them. None of them spoke as his eyes moved from one to the other. The grin sharpened as he pushed off and sauntered back to his table. That was when a weak shove pressed against his back. He spun to find one of the guys with glassy eyes and a flush face glaring at him. The man hissed the same slur. Fjord felt his muscles coil, ready to strike, when the smaller man’s face paled suddenly, and a hand fell on his shoulder.
“As that term fits two men who alone outweigh all of you together, I think you should fuck off,” the voice rumbled. Fjord looked over his shoulder to see Prast standing behind him.
The man hissed and shoved at Fjord again. The larger man shoved him back, stepping into the motion, and sending him and the chair behind him clattering to the ground. The bar around them hushed.
“Really want to get your ass kicked over this right now,” Fjord growled. “I got nothing to fucking lose here and we out number you.”
He heard people whispering being him, asking why he had shoved the small kid. Molly growled in reply and he looked back to see that Essek and Caleb were both holding him back, and Cad was glowering as well. Fjord looked forward and smirked cruelly. She returned the glare as well. The kid looked back and them all and stood up with his face bright red. He backed over to the bar and dropped his cash on the table in defeat. The group backed into the crowd and Fjord found himself spun around and pulled into another kiss from Caleb.
“That was so hot,” he mumbled into his mouth.
Even vibrating with anger, Fjord melted into the kiss with another snarl against it and gripped his sweatshirt.
“You two going to keep sucking face or can we take some shots,” Ornna called over to them.
They snorted and joined the group at the table with a round of shots from one of the groups who had seen everything. The night became a blur. Fjord knew he shouldn’t have taken that shot. Or the next one. He remembered the wet slide of Caleb’s lips on his neck. The smokey taste of whiskey and the burn of alcohol. He remembered a number of songs sung with hands slamming on the table as they went. He remembered the Uber home vaguely and the sensation of hands groping and heat of moving hands.
In the morning, he woke up with a migraine. His phone had a number of videos and pictures he had to transfer over to his computer before someone saw them on accident while scrolling. He grumbled in the light as Caleb and Molly groggily laughed and heckled each other over the hickeys that painted their skin. Despite the pounding migraine and his body rejecting the will to live, Fjord was happy.