Murphy's Law

“I did, I think it’s a pretty cool clip.”Suzanne said as she put her videocamera back in her bag and put it on the ground. “Alright, let’s do this,” she said and reached out for the boy’s hand. “Would you mind if I used it in a video? I’m a YouTuber”

Murphy laughed as he got a firm grip on her hand, not sure how well this would work. “Feel free to, if my mistake can make people laugh it’s worth it.” He smiled before taking a deep breath. “Pull on three?”  

“Oh God, I’m sorry. I’ll help you get loose.”

“I at least hope you got a good shot of it.” He laughed, laying his head back on the slide. “I think if you take my hand and pull I could maybe stand up and walk down. So much for having a little fun, when they say ten and under they mean it on these things.”

“Holy shit! That did not just happen. Oh god, are you okay?!”

“That would depend on your definition of okay. But I think so, no blood no harm, right? Though I think my dignity is bruised.” 

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Cordelia smiled, “I’ve missed you too. I’ve been around, I just havent seen you lately.” She had missed him a lot. She nodded, wanting to just let loose. “I would love to. I can’t promise you I won’t embarrass you though.”

“We need to change that, I miss your face and I want more of it.” He might be tipsy, but Murphy meant what he said. He wanted more of her in his life and with how things had been, he wanted to change that. “Just follow my lead, we’re going to kill it. Come on,” He said as he took her out, leading her on to the floor. 

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“Feeling a little wild tonight are we?” Cordelia loved to see Murphy letting loose like this. She couldnt help but to feel a little pang of something at him kissing some random girl but she didn’t let it show. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

“I’ve not felt this good in years.” He laughed leaning into her, frankly Murphy hadn’t even known she was there. If he had, things would have gone differently about ten minutes ago.  “I’m glad you came out. I’ve missed you, really missed you. Where you been?” He asked, “Wanna dance?”

“We’ll see about that,” Miles teased. He raised an eyebrow at that, but didn’t respond. Murphy was the most interesting person he knew, without a doubt. He loved him for it. “Nick does get over the top when he’s drunk.” That was for sure. “Somewhere better? I’m down, but where?” He glanced at the girl Murphy was talking about and grinned. “Well, hey. She’s cute.”

“Come on, you are great at getting us out of shit. The best at bull shitting, the bullshittanator.” He spewed out, nodding in agreement about his brother. “He’s worse than the people one TV who wear the wigs--he’s a drama queen, you know?” Murphy shrugged, really having no idea where he even was. “I want ice cream, do bars serve ice cream?” Murphy looked back over his shoulder then to Miles. “She’s too handsie and bit my tongue, we should go.”  Murphy gave Miles a look as he covered his mouth, he wrapped his arm around the other male’s waist, nodding towards the door. 

Darcy smiled when she saw what the blonde was drinking, and knew she was headed for a good time. She knocked back half of her own drink, almost relishing in the alcohol burn at the back of her throat, before appraising the boy opposite. “What’s your name?” she asked, positioning herself in her most alluring pose.

Murphy shuttered at the bitter drink, but it seemed to only add to his excitement. He was surrounded by people who were losing themselves not only in the music, but in the moment and the night. He never felt so alive or free, he needed to do this more often. He looked over to the girl as she spoke, his gaze focusing on her face mostly or the lights around her. “Murphy and yours? Something nice I bet, people have nice names.”

Darcy rolled her eyes, before nodding. “More than one. And only if you’re paying, I’m broke after paying rent,” she told him, looping her arm through his and leading him over to the bar. “Double vodka and tonic, easy on the ice,” she told him, leaning against the bar, her boobs nearly spilling out of the little bralette she was wearing.

“I was DJing earlier, I got ‘em free. I’ll be back with all that, okay?” He told the girl, trying to remember what all she said before wandering off. He knew she might be a bad idea to hang around, but hell, he never had many good ones. Besides, he needed friends or well, a good story and tonight would be that--a good story. Murphy clumsily ordered the drink and a straight whiskey for himself before he came over. He sat hers down next to her before tossing his back. 

Miles nodded as he listened to him. He couldn’t say he blamed him; he did have a point. Who was Miles to tell Murphy not to have fun? “You’re right, but I’m still gonna be on your ass all night to make sure you don’t get arrested, okay?” He smiled. “I also should make sure you’re home in one piece so your brother doesn’t kick my ass.”

“I’m, I am not going to get arrested. If I kept you from getting your ass thrown in jail then you can keep me out too plus I’m not even drunk yet!” He beamed leaning into his friend. “Nick gets crazy, crazier than me, he’s got no room to talk so you know--It’s okay. I’m good, we’re good. And I want to have fun, but not in this club. We should got somewhere better, you know? Plus that girl might want my number.”

Darcy frowned as she steadied the boy who had crashed into her, reluctant to let go in case he fell over again. “And her fifth poor life choice clearly was kissing you,” she told him, looking over at the poor girl in the corner.

“Probably!” He laughed, not even sure what she said, but he did not care. “But who gives a fuck, tonight is great! I’m having fun, we’re all having a great time. You need a drink?”

Miles laughed lightly as he felt Murphy collide with him. He hadn’t witnessed whatever mess Murphy was referring to, but he could put two and two together at this point. He shook his head. “Maybe you should slow down there, bud,” he said, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “The poor life choices can wait a few years.”