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Who was he to get in their way.\n\n\tTonight, of all nights, however, the two worked well together. He was able to keep his balance, even with the squirming, drunk corgi slung over his shoulder. She wasn't going anywhere, and he felt that was a good thing. \n\n\t\"And that's how...they showed they...their respect...for Patty Murphy!\" she slurred with a half giggle. \"That's how they showed...their honor and their pride!\" She giggled. \"Hey, Darryl?\"\n\n\t\"Yeah, Gwen?\"\n\n\t\"A group of lions is a pride, right? Does that make them inherently gay?\" She snickered.\n\n\tHe sighed and patted her back, knowing that could result in a messy backside. \"Go back to your song, dear.\" She was a tiny girl, and it showed. Four beers and she was done. He had to drag her away to go sober up before her top came off. The bar would have had a show and he wouldn't be able to look her in the face again. He liked her too much for that.\n\n\tAt least, he thought at that moment, up until the point where she nipped his ear. \"Aww...yer no fun! Lighten up!\" She hiccupped and giggled. \"That's how they showed...their respect for Patty Murphy...\"\n\n\t\"That's all of the song you know, don't you?\"\n\n\t\"No.\" She paused. \"Yes.\" She swatted at his back. \"Why do I need to learn about that wanker?! He died, and his friends threw a bash to celebrate it. It's a fun song! It's like the Macarena. Anyone understand that?\"\n\n\t\"The Spanish do.\" He chuckled. \"I certainly don't.\"\n\n\t\"Well, then, let's go back to that bar and have more fun!\"\n\n\t\"I'm pretty certain that you're going to be so hung over in the morning that if I do that, you're going to break my knees.\"\n\n\t\"Oi! Is that a short joke?\" Tiny corgi teeth latched onto his ear, making him wince and wobble in his step. \"That'll learn ya!\"\n\n\t\"I will remind you, Gwen, that if I fall down, it's a long way down for you too.\"\n\n\t\"Aww...I don't wanna fall down.\" She squirmed. \"No hurt the corgi.\"\n\n\t\"I have no intentions on doing that.\" He turned the corner, seeing his building midway down the street. \"I have every intention on making sure you're okay in the morning.\"\n\n\t\"We goin' to your place? Oh, you sweet talker!\" She slumped on his shoulder. \"That's how they paid their respect to Patty Murphy...\" He sighed and shook his head. He'd find the lyrics for her when he didn't have a drunk lady to deal with.\n\n\tThe lights were flicked on as soon as he got into the apartment. Gwen had quieted down a little bit, which made him hopeful that she was out cold. He tried his best to keep quiet, shutting the door softly and easing his shoes off. He passed through the living room and to his bedroom. His bed was hers tonight, and she was going to need it. He laid her down on her side, and tugged a small waste basket closer. She looked to be asleep; that was fine. He got up and moved on to the living room. He was wide awake, and he wanted to make sure she wasn't about to drown in her own drunkenness. He picked up the book on his end table and popped it open. It'd suffice.\n\n\t\"Darryl?\" He hadn't gotten very far when Gwen called to him. He looked up; his book dropped onto the couch. She had managed to fumble her clothes off (so he thought), and stood in the doorway, in nothing but her unmentionables. He covered his cheeks, desperately trying to hide his blush. \"Darryl? Why don't you come to bed?\" She stumbled over to the couch and pulled herself up next to him.\n\n\t\"Um...because...you're drunk and need to sleep it off?\"\n\n\tShe giggled and ran her fingers along his unusual tail. \"But I'm lonely. I need a big, strong girunk to keep me warm.\" She wrapped herself in it, a faint blush to her cheeks. \"Will you be my big, strong giraffe skunk thingy?\"\n\n\t\"I can...but...I...\" She crawled closer, straddling his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. \"Gwen...not like this.\"\n\n\t\"Not like what? You're a boy, I'm a girl, and I'm almost naked. What else is supposed to happen?\" She ran her fingers through his hair. \"I think you're the sweetest thing. Come to bed with me. I wanna show you.\"\n\n\tHe shook his head. Grabbing her rump, simply to keep her balanced, he stood up and walked her back to bed. \"If this were any other situation, Gwen, I would take you up on it...even if I were convinced that you'd run away screaming from it.\" He laid her back down on the bed. \"But like this? I just feel like I'm taking advantage of you if I were to-\"\n\n\t\"Please?\" She looked up at him, pouting.\n\n\t\"No.\" He kissed the top of her head. \"Get some sleep. I'll make you breakfast in the morning, okay?\"\n\n\t\"Do I get a kiss first?\" He looked down at her, and she quickly puckered her lips. She was adorable. If it got her to go to sleep, he wasn't going to turn her down. He leaned down one more time and pressed his lips to hers.\n\n\tGwen's head was pounding as she woke up the next morning. She growled at the accursed ball of hate that was shining through the window onto the bed. She pulled the pillow over her head, ready to call the day a wash and wait for tomorrow. The only problem was that she was not in her bed. She gathered her strength and pulled herself into an upright position. Her eyes focused slowly to her surroundings. \"This...isn't my bedroom.\" She rolled off of the bed and onto her feet, landing on the pile of clothes she had left on the floor. She hobbled to the door and looked around. The fragments of the previous night were starting to come through. The last thing she remembered was a kiss from Darryl. She winced; this was going to be a walk of shame moment, and she knew it.\n\n\tHer eyes focused again, this time on the couch. The couch was way too small for Darryl, with his giraffe genes and all. The bed would have been better for him, and she could have easily slept on the couch. Yet, he was fast asleep, legs hanging over the arm of the couch, so she could sleep well. It was sobering to her. She staggered over to him and climbed up. He woke up suddenly as she straddled his chest. \"Good morning, Darryl,\" she said rather wearily.\n\n\t\"Huh?\" He looked up at her. \"Oh, good morning, Gwen.\" He smiled and ran his hand over her shoulder. \"How's your head?\"\n\n\t\"Feels like hell.\" She smiled. \"Did you sleep on the couch so I could use the bed?\"\n\n\t\"Isn't it obvious?\" His cheeks flushed a deep red. \"You enjoyed St. Patty's day. I wasn't going to let you go home by yourself.\"\n\n\tShe reached down and traced his cheeks. \"I'm a bloody lucky girl.\"\n\n\t\"I'm just a good friend. What can I say?\"\n\n\t\"No. You're not just a good friend.\" She leaned in and pressed a deep kiss to his lips. It was completely unexpected for him, and it made him a little nervous. His hands would still come to rest on her back. She broke the kiss, snuggling up to him. \"No, I'm claiming you as mine, dear sir.\"\n\n\tHe smiled. \"...you sure? I mean, there are other guys out there, probably a lot better than me...\"\n\n\t\"No. You're a gentleman for not taking advantage of me. I don't know any other guys that would do that last night.\"\n\n\t\"It's the right thing to do.\"\n\n\t\"Thank you.\" She sat up. \"You know what else would make you a gentleman?\"\n\n\t\"What's that?\"\n\n\t\"Coffee. Black coffee. And breakfast. After all, you got to see me in my undies. It's only fair.\"\n\n\tHe smiled. \"I'd be happy to...but you're sitting on me.\" He poked her belly. She giggled, then held her head. \"Sorry.\"\n\n\t\"No. It's okay.\" She got off of him and sat on the edge of the couch. \"Go, man servant. Cook me something tasty to get rid of the headache. And don't forget the coffee.\" He sat up and rubbed her back, before hoisting himself to his feet and stumbling to the kitchen. She flopped down on the couch and pulled a pillow over her face. \"And tell the sun it can go to hell.\"\n\n\t\"Every morning when I wake up, Gwen. Just relax. The hurt will go away.\" She groaned and waited. It wasn't until the scent of heaven, the brewing coffee hit her nose that she decided what she was going to do today. Today, she was going to spend it with Darryl. She didn't have work, and hopefully, neither did he. He was going to be a tough shell to crack. They'd gone out on dates, but breakfast? That was a new one for the both of them. She was gonna go with it, though, and get him to at least warm up to her.\n\n\tAnd if they needed to go out for anything, then, maybe, she'd put her clothes back on.\n\nEnd\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Respect for Pat Murphy

Shortie by Micah Weil

\tDarryl had two things going for him that night. The first, of course, was his height. Hunched over old women and kids adored him for his ability to reach things. If friends needed to meet somewhere in a crowd, he was an easy landmark. And, of course, if something needed to be kept off the ground, it was great hung over his shoulder. The second, of course, was his ability to hold his booze, something he attributed to his mother more than his father. He'd been known to knock back beer after beer and still be able to walk a straight line. It was a wonderful talent to have tonight, the night made for everyone to get drunk.

\tSure, there was the whole "irish pride" thing going on, but for everyone else, it was an excuse to get so plastered, even Saint Patrick himself would ask what the hell was wrong with ya. Or, that's what everyone said at the bar. Who was he to get in their way.

\tTonight, of all nights, however, the two worked well together. He was able to keep his balance, even with the squirming, drunk corgi slung over his shoulder. She wasn't going anywhere, and he felt that was a good thing.

\t"And that's how...they showed they...their respect...for Patty Murphy!" she slurred with a half giggle. "That's how they showed...their honor and their pride!" She giggled. "Hey, Darryl?"

\t"Yeah, Gwen?"

\t"A group of lions is a pride, right? Does that make them inherently gay?" She snickered.

\tHe sighed and patted her back, knowing that could result in a messy backside. "Go back to your song, dear." She was a tiny girl, and it showed. Four beers and she was done. He had to drag her away to go sober up before her top came off. The bar would have had a show and he wouldn't be able to look her in the face again. He liked her too much for that.

\tAt least, he thought at that moment, up until the point where she nipped his ear. "Aww...yer no fun! Lighten up!" She hiccupped and giggled. "That's how they showed...their respect for Patty Murphy..."

\t"That's all of the song you know, don't you?"

\t"No." She paused. "Yes." She swatted at his back. "Why do I need to learn about that wanker?! He died, and his friends threw a bash to celebrate it. It's a fun song! It's like the Macarena. Anyone understand that?"

\t"The Spanish do." He chuckled. "I certainly don't."

\t"Well, then, let's go back to that bar and have more fun!"

\t"I'm pretty certain that you're going to be so hung over in the morning that if I do that, you're going to break my knees."

\t"Oi! Is that a short joke?" Tiny corgi teeth latched onto his ear, making him wince and wobble in his step. "That'll learn ya!"

\t"I will remind you, Gwen, that if I fall down, it's a long way down for you too."

\t"Aww...I don't wanna fall down." She squirmed. "No hurt the corgi."

\t"I have no intentions on doing that." He turned the corner, seeing his building midway down the street. "I have every intention on making sure you're okay in the morning."

\t"We goin' to your place? Oh, you sweet talker!" She slumped on his shoulder. "That's how they paid their respect to Patty Murphy..." He sighed and shook his head. He'd find the lyrics for her when he didn't have a drunk lady to deal with.

\tThe lights were flicked on as soon as he got into the apartment. Gwen had quieted down a little bit, which made him hopeful that she was out cold. He tried his best to keep quiet, shutting the door softly and easing his shoes off. He passed through the living room and to his bedroom. His bed was hers tonight, and she was going to need it. He laid her down on her side, and tugged a small waste basket closer. She looked to be asleep; that was fine. He got up and moved on to the living room. He was wide awake, and he wanted to make sure she wasn't about to drown in her own drunkenness. He picked up the book on his end table and popped it open. It'd suffice.

\t"Darryl?" He hadn't gotten very far when Gwen called to him. He looked up; his book dropped onto the couch. She had managed to fumble her clothes off (so he thought), and stood in the doorway, in nothing but her unmentionables. He covered his cheeks, desperately trying to hide his blush. "Darryl? Why don't you come to bed?" She stumbled over to the couch and pulled herself up next to him.

\t"Um...because...you're drunk and need to sleep it off?"

\tShe giggled and ran her fingers along his unusual tail. "But I'm lonely. I need a big, strong girunk to keep me warm." She wrapped herself in it, a faint blush to her cheeks. "Will you be my big, strong giraffe skunk thingy?"

\t"I can...but...I..." She crawled closer, straddling his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Gwen...not like this."

\t"Not like what? You're a boy, I'm a girl, and I'm almost naked. What else is supposed to happen?" She ran her fingers through his hair. "I think you're the sweetest thing. Come to bed with me. I wanna show you."

\tHe shook his head. Grabbing her rump, simply to keep her balanced, he stood up and walked her back to bed. "If this were any other situation, Gwen, I would take you up on it...even if I were convinced that you'd run away screaming from it." He laid her back down on the bed. "But like this? I just feel like I'm taking advantage of you if I were to-"

\t"Please?" She looked up at him, pouting.

\t"No." He kissed the top of her head. "Get some sleep. I'll make you breakfast in the morning, okay?"

\t"Do I get a kiss first?" He looked down at her, and she quickly puckered her lips. She was adorable. If it got her to go to sleep, he wasn't going to turn her down. He leaned down one more time and pressed his lips to hers.

\tGwen's head was pounding as she woke up the next morning. She growled at the accursed ball of hate that was shining through the window onto the bed. She pulled the pillow over her head, ready to call the day a wash and wait for tomorrow. The only problem was that she was not in her bed. She gathered her strength and pulled herself into an upright position. Her eyes focused slowly to her surroundings. "This...isn't my bedroom." She rolled off of the bed and onto her feet, landing on the pile of clothes she had left on the floor. She hobbled to the door and looked around. The fragments of the previous night were starting to come through. The last thing she remembered was a kiss from Darryl. She winced; this was going to be a walk of shame moment, and she knew it.

\tHer eyes focused again, this time on the couch. The couch was way too small for Darryl, with his giraffe genes and all. The bed would have been better for him, and she could have easily slept on the couch. Yet, he was fast asleep, legs hanging over the arm of the couch, so she could sleep well. It was sobering to her. She staggered over to him and climbed up. He woke up suddenly as she straddled his chest. "Good morning, Darryl," she said rather wearily.

\t"Huh?" He looked up at her. "Oh, good morning, Gwen." He smiled and ran his hand over her shoulder. "How's your head?"

\t"Feels like hell." She smiled. "Did you sleep on the couch so I could use the bed?"

\t"Isn't it obvious?" His cheeks flushed a deep red. "You enjoyed St. Patty's day. I wasn't going to let you go home by yourself."

\tShe reached down and traced his cheeks. "I'm a bloody lucky girl."

\t"I'm just a good friend. What can I say?"

\t"No. You're not just a good friend." She leaned in and pressed a deep kiss to his lips. It was completely unexpected for him, and it made him a little nervous. His hands would still come to rest on her back. She broke the kiss, snuggling up to him. "No, I'm claiming you as mine, dear sir."

\tHe smiled. "...you sure? I mean, there are other guys out there, probably a lot better than me..."

\t"No. You're a gentleman for not taking advantage of me. I don't know any other guys that would do that last night."

\t"It's the right thing to do."

\t"Thank you." She sat up. "You know what else would make you a gentleman?"

\t"What's that?"

\t"Coffee. Black coffee. And breakfast. After all, you got to see me in my undies. It's only fair."

\tHe smiled. "I'd be happy to...but you're sitting on me." He poked her belly. She giggled, then held her head. "Sorry."

\t"No. It's okay." She got off of him and sat on the edge of the couch. "Go, man servant. Cook me something tasty to get rid of the headache. And don't forget the coffee." He sat up and rubbed her back, before hoisting himself to his feet and stumbling to the kitchen. She flopped down on the couch and pulled a pillow over her face. "And tell the sun it can go to hell."

\t"Every morning when I wake up, Gwen. Just relax. The hurt will go away." She groaned and waited. It wasn't until the scent of heaven, the brewing coffee hit her nose that she decided what she was going to do today. Today, she was going to spend it with Darryl. She didn't have work, and hopefully, neither did he. He was going to be a tough shell to crack. They'd gone out on dates, but breakfast? That was a new one for the both of them. She was gonna go with it, though, and get him to at least warm up to her.

\tAnd if they needed to go out for anything, then, maybe, she'd put her clothes back on.

End

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