You sigh as you watch Seamus down another pint. Okay, fair enough, it is St. Patricks Day, his favourite day of the year. Youve been with Seamus for three years now, making this your third St. Patricks Day with him. The last two had been him getting so drunk that you have to practically drag him home from wherever hed been celebrating as best you can, so you expected no less this year.
________, darlin, dya want another drink? Seamus calls from the bar as he orders another, his words slurring so that you can just about make out what hes saying, his thick Irish accent not helping.
No, Seamus, Im fine, you call back, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair. Youre not a heavy drinker at all. One or two drinks is enough for you, unlike Seamus. The bar will be closing any minute and this means that you get to support Seamus as he attempts to stagger home with you.
Theres a roar of laughter from the group of men standing with Seamus, followed by cheering. You ignore them and glance across the room, noticing another girl seeming to be in the same position as you. She catches your eye and smiles, before rolling her eyes at the guys by the bar. You laugh and nod in agreement.
Seamus then stumbles over to you, drink in hand, grinning happily. You smile back as best you can, Seamus, are you okay?
Yeah, ________, he replies, putting his arm around you and finishing the last of this drink.
Cmon, I think we should go home. Youve had enough, dont you think? you ask.
He chuckles, I-Im fine!
Bars closing, anyway, some woman collecting glasses informs the two of you. She smiles at Seamus, Id make sure your girlfriend gets home safely, if I were you.
I think Ill be the one making sure he gets home safely, you mutter. Standing up, you offer your hand to him, Cmon, Seamus.
He frowns at your hand, then at the empty glass in his, but instead of taking your hand, he gets himself up, nearly falling in the process. You grab him before he falls over, putting his arm around you before you wind your arm around his waist.
Aw, Seamus, you going already?! one guy shouts at him, but you dont give him a chance to reply, pulling him out the door and into the darkness of the night. As you start the journey home, he starts to kiss your cheek.
I love you, ________! he says into your ear, the smell of alcohol strong on his breath.
Yeah, I love you too, you reply, patting his back gently as you continue walking.
Nah, I really, really love you, he insists, pausing to take a good look at you, joined by a big smile.
Seamus, youre drunk. Cmon, lets get home and-
Dont ya love me, babe?
You sigh. When it comes to being drunk, Seamus seems to be either really affectionate or wanting to find someone to fight. He and his brother Allistor both seem to be the same when they get some alcohol in their system. You smile back at Seamus encouragingly, Yes, Seamus, I really love you too.
When first I saw the love light in your eye~, I dreamt the world held naught but joy for meeee~ he starts to sing, clutching onto you in a half hug.
Seamus! Shh, stop! you say, trying to start him walking again.
I love you, ________! he declares again.
Oh, for gods sake
As you keep him walking, he continues to sing at you, attempting to get you to join in, but you simply ignore him, making sure that he stays standing upright. At one point, he goes quiet. You dont say anything, wondering what he could possibly be thinking about. When he eventually does speak, its as if hes speaking to himself and not to you.
We should get married! ________ might like to get married
he muses. This time you pause. After realising that youve both stopped walking, he looks up at you, Would you like that, ________? Well get married!
You wont remember this in the morning, you say, giving him a push to start him walking again.
Marry me, ________! Cmon, I love you, you love me
its a great idea! he takes hold of your hand and draws a circle on your ring finger. Its not that you dont want to, its just youd prefer it if hes sober when he says it. He continues like this until you get to the house.
Seamus, quit it! Youre drunk! You will not remember any of this in the morning. Now, go to bed, you nearly shout, unlocking the door. Looking rather hurt, he stumbles inside and you follow him to the lounge where Arthur, Dylan and Allistor are sat. Seamus goes into the kitchen and you sit down on the couch next to Arthur with a sigh.
Is everything alright, love? Arthur asks, glancing towards the kitchen.
Yeah, hes just a bit
Well, hes drunk, which was to be expected, but hes-
________ hates me! She wont marry me and its because I repulse her! you hear Seamus wail from the kitchen, making you cover your face with your hands. Dylan gets up and goes to see what hes doing.
W-what? Arthur looks really confused, so you sigh.
He kept asking me to marry him, but because hes drunk, I told him that he wouldnt remember any of this in the morning and hes taking that as a rejection, you explain.
Are ya wantin ta marry him, lass? Allistor asks, leaning forward with a look of amusement on his face when your cheeks go bright red. He smirks, I knew it. Well, ya better go an-
Seamus then comes in from the kitchen, only to sit next to you and wrap his arms around you, starting to bawl into your hair.
I love ya, ________, he sobs, holding onto your hand.
Is there something wrong with me?
Then why wont ya marry me? he asks.
You pause and look at his teary eyes. Maybe it is the alcohol talking, maybe it is actually him, you dont know, but you wrap your arms around his neck and say, Seamus, I will marry you, but I want you to propose when youre sober and aware of what youre doing, alright?
He perks up a little, So, youll marry me, babe?!
You roll your eyes, Yes, Seamus.
Yes! Dya hear that?! ________s gonna marry me!
It takes about half an hour to stop Seamus from repeatedly kissing and hugging you and Allistor has to help you drag him upstairs to your bedroom. He falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, much to your relief.
Seamus wakes up to find your side of the bed empty, but showing signs that it has been slept in. Hes still fully clothed, which tells him he must have gotten very drunk last night. His huge headache is also confirming this.
________? he calls. When he doesnt get an answer, he drags himself out of bed and downstairs. His brothers, Dylan and Allistor, are in the lounge, and they both look up with smirks on their faces.
What? he asks, running a hand through his hair as the two brother continue to look at him. When he doesnt get an answer, he starts to get angry, What?!
Do you remember last night? Dylan asks.
Shes gone with Arthur to get your wallet from the bar. You left it there last night, right before you proposed to her.
If you can call it a proposal, Allistor comments.
Seamus eyes widen when his brothers words sink in. I proposed to her? Oh, god, what did she say? Seamus asks. Allistor and Dylan stay quiet again, making the Irishman panic a little, Well, What did she say?!
All three of the brothers hear car doors bang, informing them that youve returned home with the youngest Kirkland brother.
Why dont you ask her? Allistor says, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.
The front door opens as you let yourself in. When you notice Seamus is awake, you smile, Morning.
________, did ya
did ya say yes? Seamus asks, walking over to you.
Huh? You frown, confused.
Last night, when he proposed, Dylan said, grinning as he waited to see what would happen. You blush furiously, shooting a glare at the Welshman, before turning back to Seamus and biting your lip. Theres a moments silence, and Seamus takes this as a no, his expression turning sad as he looks away, embarrassed.
Seamus, I said yes, you say.
His lifts his head back up in surprise, You said yes?
You nod, Yeah. I just wanted to hear it from you when you were sober, so Im kind of on standby until that happens.
He laughs and takes your hands, Alright, hows this? ________, although Im a mess right now and dont actually have a ring yet, I still want ya to be mine. Will ya marry me?
You giggle, Yes. Of course I will. You step forward and wrap your arms around him, kissing him and ignoring the lingering alcohol on his breath and the wolf whistles from Allistor. When you pull away, you whisper, I love you, Seamus.
I love you, too, ________.
And, I didnt say it last night, so happy St. Patricks Day.