ain't no rest for the wicked

“Close, it’s actually all that astrology bullshit,” Lucas said with a chuckle, not even joking at this point. Thankfully he was hiring new help, temporary or otherwise, so he wouldn’t have to hold down the fort all on his own. The shop had already gone through far too many tattoo artists without any of them sticking around, which Lucas couldn’t blame most of them for considering the shady shit that happened nearly daily. The dark skulls had made a home of not only The Copper Penny and Fitzpatrick Deli but the White Rabbit studio as well and it didn’t always suit everyone. Which was why Lucas had even mentioned Jamie picking up a tattoo gun in the first place, “You know, when Jamie ain’t perfecting the art of sandwich makin’ he can learn to do somethin’ worth a lot more” he said with a grin. Considering Jamie’s own ink, Lucas figured he could teach him the basics, and then it’d be a win-win for everyone, even their mother wouldn’t find fault with it, right? “Honestly kinda surprised she even lets them out of the house most days” Not that Mama Fitzpatrick could keep Jamie from roaming off. It was safe to say they were a free spirit and being caged was no life for them. While Lucas knew he shouldn’t have been talking to Fitz about anything Dark Skulls related anymore, he couldn’t help it. Owen might not have worn the patch anymore but the guy was still his best friend, still his brother. So it seemed impossible not to tell him some things. “Doesn’t matter what John wants, he ain’t takin’ that seat back” Lucas said. When the reins of the club were passed down to him, Lucas took it very seriously. Giving it back was out of the question. “Besides, things are going better in the club” At least he thought they were, especially after the recent run that left them flush with money and product. 

“Jesus,” Owen scoffed with the shake of his head, though he was far from surprised seeing as social media was running rampart with that bullshit nowadays. Maybe it was because Owen was overall a pessimistic kind of a guy, or because he was overtly religious, but he found the whole thing laughable. “Don’t see how a bunch of stars are gonna tell me things about myself that I don’t already know -- and to get a tattoo of it? That’s some voodoo shit, man.” Now he was just complaining to complain, but what else was one to expect from the eldest Fitzpatrick? “Ha-ha, funny. Seriously, though, kid needs a hobby other than poker ‘n askin’ me every five minutes to take their shirt off at work to get tips -- so, tread lightly,” he smirked. He loved Jamie, and of course he supported him no matter what, but there came a time where Owen wondered when he was finally going to go off on his own path. It was no secret that the deli was more of his baby that Jamie’s, and while he wasn’t about to push him out, he was curious when the other shoe would drop. “You’re tellin’ me, man. Can’t even talk her down, she’s a stubborn woman.” He shook his head, knowing that Lucas knew his family probably as much as he did, having grown up around the craziness alongside of him even if they didn’t share the name. Pressing his lips together, Owen nodded at his friend’s declaration, glad that he still trusted him enough to share official business even if the other guys probably wouldn’t have been happy with it. At the end of the day, he was still a Dark Skull at heart and he’d never do anything to betray the ones who gave him so much in his life. “Atta boy,” he concurred. “You’ve been watchin’ him all these years, workin’ on the inside. You know what shit flies and what doesn’t, what needs to be worked on.” It was the truth, at least as far as Owen is concerned. “They should be damn lucky to have you leadin’ ‘em, Reeves. Seriously. And John should be countin’ his fuckin’ blessings that his son ain’t a headass.”

It took Colleen all of two seconds to spirit away Abel off somewhere deep into the realms of the family home. They’d see him again at some point, but the minute the door was shut, the chaos settled, family members turning their heads to see who had arrived for a few seconds of quiet before the noise started all over again. “Huh?” Penelope asked, slipping her jacket off from around her shoulders and hanging it off the banister. It wasn’t that she hadn’t expected to see Zach at the family dinner – if anything she had spent much of the afternoon preparing for the event, but it still didn’t get rid of the slightly sick feeling that settled in her stomach as her eyes fell on Zach. “Oh, yeah sort of” she shrugged, slipping her hand into Owen’s. “Zach’s a professor so they don’t tend to hang out with us lowly admin staff” she added jokingly

@zachary-covington·

As the front door open and the woman whose name was still escaping Zachary went to gather Owen’s son and stalk back off. Colleen. He reminded himself absently as his attention was snatched by Len’s approaching eldest cousin. A pressed smile was sent Owen’s way as he greeted them both, gaze stolen then by the red head hanging her coat. Owen’s words were like a buzzing in his ear for a moment before Zachary blinked, catching the end of Penelope’s response. “I don’t typically staff my office hours personally.” It was a white lie, the change only having been recent, but it was clear they were playing everything cool. A hand would land at the small of Lenore’s back, glancing over at the woman beside him with a smile. “I did, however sit on her interview panel. Certainly sad to see her leave the department.” @lenorefitzpatrick·

    Lenny wrapped her arms around Owen and gave him a quick hug, grinning like an idiot at the older Fitzpatrick, in her eyes Owen was practically like an older brother she always wished she had, sure she enjoyed being the oldest out of her own siblings but she wished she never carried that burden of being responsible. “That’s right, you two work or well, soon to be worked together.” The brunette pulled away and stood next to Zach, her eyes falling between all three. She didn’t want to dwell too much on the atmosphere between Zach and Penelope, she just figured since both groups were clearly on different levels at work things happen to just be weird. “What a small world after all, at least you can teach him the ropes Pen about dealing with the Fitzpatrick family shenanigans.” @owensfitzpatrick​

"Wouldn’t call a gal with a law degree ‘lowly admin’, but I guess I’m just better at gassin’ you up than you are,” he teased, allowing Penelope’s fingers to slip comfortably between his. He didn’t dwell on the awkwardness that seemed to arise between the two, having met Zach once before and figuring it was just a part of his personality. All the more reason to bust his balls, right? “Yeah, that’s right -- and you thought Erin was fuckin’ crazy, just wait.” Owen remarked, not even a moment later receiving a swift thump on the back of his head as the aunt in question passed behind them, having heard the quip about her sanity. “Ow -- shit, was that fuckin’ necessary?” he called to Erin, who was already escaping to the other room with a wine glass in hand. Grimacing, he used his free hand to rub his neck. “Yeah, well, stick around long enough and Fitzpatricks start gettin’ handsy, apparently,” he mumbled. “I’m gonna grab a beer before the vultures swoop in -- anyone else want one?”

at the fitzpatrick’s deli with @owensfitzpatrick​

As per their agreement, Amy made her way to the deli after hours. She knew she would find Owen there─ even if he hadn’t said so much, it was where she was used to tracking him down whenever she needed him, and it was always a nice reminder of how some things never change. Even when a hurricane attempts to force that change upon everyone. The sign on the door might have said ‘closed,’ but Amy knew better and pushed the unlocked door to let herself inside. “Owen?” She called out as she closed the door behind her, glancing around the deli to make sure she wasn’t stepping on freshly cleaned floors or anything. “It’s Amy,” she called out, hearing a noise in the back that was hopefully him.

The deli had been back open for about a month, and he wasn’t sure if it was the newfound sense of optimism these days or if he’d just become really good at crunching numbers in his head, but it seemed like business was booming more than usual -- which meant that Owen had another thing to be happy about. He’d just finished closing out the drawer for the night when he heard the door to the entrance open, followed by a familiar voice ringing through the space. “Be out in just a sec!” he called out from his office in the back, closing the drawer and shutting his computer off before making his way out front. “Well, if it ain’t a damn angel from heaven comin’ to visit me,” he teased, extending his arms before pulling her into a hug. “You got no idea how good it is to see that face’a yours.” Owen pulled away after a moment, glancing around the dining area. “So, what’d’ya think? Fresh build, same charm -- I swear, that hurricane may have been the best thing that happened to this damn place.”

            Did Romi have the patience to deal with her father’s misgivings today? No. So, as the woman sat opposite him, legs thrown over the arm of the chair in a comfortable position, all she could do was sigh and roll her eyes at his obvious disappointment in her. Apparently, since the recent passing of her mother, it was up to her to wipe everyone’s ass around here? Who knew. Alas, it was safe to say she didn’t want to deal with his bullshit today, ultimately leaving her swinging her legs over said chair, huffing and pouting like a child before storming off from the table of her office, until she eventually found herself outside of the main building in which her father’s firm was situated Downtown. However, upon her departure into reality, she noticed Owen pass by without so much as acknowledging her, either accidental, or deliberate — that had yet to be determined. “I don’t get a hello?” She called out, knowing he would recognise her voice at this point. It’d been years after all, she’d be entirely offended if he hadn’t picked up on some familiarities by this point. “Tell me you just didn’t see me, and maybe I’ll believe you.” Considering their history, and their continuous ties, it seemed as though even on the day-to-day they couldn’t escape one another now.

@owensfitzpatrick​

As far as exes went, Owen Fitzpatrick didn’t exactly have a string of women at his feet begging for him to take them back -- no, it was usually the opposite, the male’s track record not exactly one to be envious about. It was even a damn surprise to most people, himself included, that Penelope even decided to take him back, given their own volatile history. So, upon seeing the one and only Romi Silverstein up ahead as he made his way towards the deli up the street, he figured his smartest option was to say nothing -- but apparently he was wrong. What a surprise. “Didn’t think you wanted one,” he replied, finally turning around to face her. It felt like they couldn’t exactly escape one another these days, especially since his more recent trifles with the law. It wasn’t that he wanted to keep showing up in her life, but despite stepping down from the Dark Skulls there were still ties that had yet to be cut. “I ain’t ever been one to lie, you know that.” He arched a dark brow, reaching in his pocket for a pack of Marlboros. “Someone piss you off ‘sides me? ‘Cause the look your givin’ me ain’t sayin’ otherwise.” Owen knew her too well for that not to be the case.

It was undoubtedly true that when it came to self destructive spirals, both Penelope and Owen had done their fair share of damaging shit. She held her hands up to it most of the time, and Owen had a family far too big and loud to not get hauled out on his nonsense. So she could hardly be annoyed at his remark on self destructive benders, merely rolling her eyes at him, a hand flying out to slap lightly across his shoulder. “Hey, I can still drink you under the table any day of the week”. Actually that might have been true – she’d held her own with him well enough when they’d been together, but since their breakup she’d thrown herself down and poured her soul out into many a glass of wine. And, whilst Owen had not been averse to a drink or two, he’d smartened his game up when he’d found out that Abel was on the way – Penelope hadn’t. If anything she’d committed even harder to her quest for oblivion. So much so that she’d almost succeeded, once or terrifyingly twice. Even remembering how she’d been all but skin and bone and complete mess when she’d returned to Wilmington, tail between her legs was enough to make her cringe. Funny in a way, it had only been a few months since they’d ran into each other in the auto lot, but it felt like years had passed. No, if you’d have told Penelope that just a few months down the line she’d be sitting on a beach, celebrating Owen’s first fathers day with a cold beer and feeling genuinely optimistic for the future, she would have laughed. But life had a funny way of coming at you fast. 

“I like soft sappy Owen” she decided with a small nod, absently propping an elbow on his shoulder so she could lean and run a hand through his hair. “Makes for a nice change”. There had of course been good moments in their relationship before, but they’d been fleeting, and had always ended up bubbling over into some sort of argument. That was the marked difference though, any petty bickering they’d had recently had been resolved, both of them making grown up moves to diffuse as opposed to giving in and falling back into old habits of making mountains out of molehills. And perhaps that was just because Jamie was back, or because Abel was around…or maybe it was simply a fact that they were just that little bit more grown up than they had been the first time around. Worn out by the years, jaded from the relentless shit they’d both waded through, till finally they were waving white flags on both sides. Perhaps it really had been that simple – right people, wrong time. How simple that would have been. “So, as this is your day you get to set the agenda” she started, dropping her hand but moving her entire body to rest against him, interlocking her fingers between his “-but I was thinking, beach for the afternoon, then takeout this evening…? I think Jamie said they were going out on a date or something like that so it seems we have the place all to ourselves…” 

Owen scoffed, a playful brow raised towards her. “Yeah, yeah, keep tellin’ yourself that, Red, ‘cause I think it’s ‘bout time we have ourselves a rematch.” As odd as it may have sounded, one of the things that had attracted him to Penelope in the first place was her ability to out drink him, something that few men or women seemed able to do. Maybe it was getting older, not being able to handle his liquor the way he used to in college, or maybe she really did have an iron-clad liver, but for a man in his early thirties looking to shack up with the local Irish cuisine, the redhead had definitely caught his eye. Still, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t attempt again and again to beat her at her own game.

“Mmh,” he groaned lightly, nose crinkled at the compliment which felt more that weird to be receiving. Owen Fitzpatrick wasn’t soft -- Fitzpatricks weren’t soft -- but considering everything surrounding his life right now, all the good in it, it felt like it would be wasted if he were to keep those walls he was oh so accustomed to all the way up. Letting them down, even just a tiny bit, didn’t feel like the worst thing in the world. “You can call me soft, but ain’t no way I’m a sap. I’ll deny it ‘til the day I die,” he teased, leaning into her delicate hand that ruffled his thick locks. He never expected that being with Penelope again would feel so easy, so right, and while he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t terrified that the other shoe would eventually drop, there was some hope inside of him that he hadn’t seen in quite some time. “All up to me, huh?” he reiterated, allowing their fingers to intertwine before giving Penelope’s palm a light squeeze. A small smile tugged at his lips at the suggestion, nodding then. “I think Jamie goin’ on a date guarantees that we got the place to ourselves for at least two nights,” he pointed out with a chuckle. “Don’t think I could come up with somethin’ better even if I tried.” And he couldn’t, because these days everything was beginning to feel so simple. No chasing thrills, no yearning for an adrenaline rush that would cause him to spiral face first into a world of trouble. Letting out a low hum, he planted a kiss on Penelope’s forehead, the sounds of waves and Abel playing in the sand enough to top off a day that almost felt too good to be true -- and for Owen, that was surely saying something.

To Lili, she felt like she wasn’t owed anything. Owen wasn’t in debt to her for anything. Helping him with the deli and his family legacy was just…what she wanted to do. She wasn’t expecting anything in return. Still, she took the bottle from Owen, taking a slow, steady sip as she shook her head. “Well damn, I didn’t know you thought so highly of yourself. Ireland’s finest. Did you always have this big of an ego?” she teased, taking another sip. “Seriously, don’t worry about it. I was happy to do it. For you, for your mom, for Jamie. Hell, for the whole community. I had the means to do it and the space, so I was gonna do it no matter what you said and I was glad to do it.” Lili took another sip of her beer, putting the glass bottle gently down on the table. “I might ask for help in putting together the record store, though, so keep your phone on.”

Letting out a laugh, Owen shrugged his shoulders and gave Lili a knowing look. “You and I both know that this ego’a mine ain’t nothin’ new. And denying it’s not gonna grant you any favors, Ms. Berkhart.” The brunette knew him better than most people, especially as they grew older, meaning she was keen enough not to be annoyed -- or, at least, to pretend not to be annoyed -- at his immaturity. “I know, but still. You know I appreciate it.” Not that he needed to remind her of that. He was pretty sure Lili could read him better than he could read himself these days, which could be seen as both a blessing and as a damn curse. “Anythin’ you need, I’m happy to help. I’ll wrangle Jamie over, too, for some extra muscle.” He smirked, taking another sip of beer. “I wanna hear what’s goin’ on with you, though. Feels like every time we talk it’s been all business.”

One thing she really wanted to work on was the dramatics of her emotions. When she let them be shown, they poured out like a damn waterfall and she hated it. She told herself she was going to change too. Just a month away from turning thirty and she was determined to change for the better. Which meant not being dramatic and not being so scared of everything around her. There was too much life to be lived and she needed to start doing that. “No, you don’t have to say sorry. I get it. I mean, not in full because obviously, you went through things I could only imagine, but I get it. Wanting to get away for a little.” She had been too scared to actually do it, so she couldn’t blame him for something she would’ve done too. “What do you mean… what’s going on?” Her brows furrowed but a hint of excitement filled her features. She was curious to learn more about his life now, but without being too pushy, of course. “I mean, I’m of course glad you’re happy. I guess I’m just nosy.” She chuckled, trying to rid the room of the tension that was still sort of there. “I hope not. Or I might just have to track you down if you leave again. Or at least demand postcards or letters so I know you’re okay and happy.”

A small grin tugged at the corner of his cheeks, glad that she’d seemed to forgive him for the time being. He knew that Remy was an emotional one -- they didn’t argue much, no, but when they did the two of them would be in completely different places. She would be upset, he would be angry, it wasn’t a great clash of characters. However, Owen knew that at the end of the day, they’d be there for each other regardless of what transpired, which is all that he could really ask for these days. “I guess for once I just felt like I needed to do somethin’ right, y’know? Couldn’t let that kid grow up with out a father, whether Angel wanted it or not.” His baby mama had every reason in the world to dislike him given the circumstances, but that didn’t mean Owen was about to drop and play dead for her benefit. All of it was for Abel. “Well, Pen decided she didn’t hate my guts anymore and gave me another shot.” He pressed his lips together, raising his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug, even though it felt like a much bigger deal than he was making it seem. “Don’t worry, babe, I think I’m plantin’ my roots in Wilmington for a long time comin’,” the male gave Remy’s shoulder another squeeze. “Though, I should probably let you get back to work before some poor sucker codes ‘cause I held you captive here.”

Micah could only roll her eyes at his childish answer, although it sounded exactly like something she would say. This is why they couldn’t get along most days, they were both way too immature for their own good. “Oh, I’m claiming him alright. Doesn’t matter who came first, ring or no ring, he’s mine now,” she said with a grin. She genuinely wasn’t too worried about Sean siding with anyone but her, not matter what Owen may say. “We’re not talking shit about you, he related facts to me. Did you or did you not call him a pussy? I’m not asking you to apologize to me, I’m asking you to apologize to him. You hurt him.” Her eyes narrowed when he implied he could take Caine. Maybe she was biased, but Caine was pretty much the baddest and strongest in her eyes. “Please, Caine would laugh he heard you say that. You’re all scrawny, even I could take you back when we were kids.” Then the blonde did laugh because Penelope being a threat to any of them was laughable. “No matter how angry she gets, there’s no way Penelope could hold her own against me. It’s cute that you think that, though.” She didn’t know exactly where she was from, but she sure as hell hadn’t grown up around a motorcycle club. “I didn’t say that. Maybe in the future, but it would take a lot of getting over shit.”

For a thirty-six year old man, Owen Fitzpatrick definitely had a much lower maturity level -- perhaps not as low as his brother, Jamie’s, but in a way it might have been seen as worse. If he didn’t like something, if he wasn’t pleased with something, his response always bounced back to anger over all else. Maybe it was an Irish thing, or maybe it was an Owen thing, but either way it typically never worked out very well for him. “Well, have fun with that,” he waved her off, crossing his arms and leaning against the back counter. Shoulders lifted in a shrug, the male looked towards the front door of the deli as some customers exited. “So what if I did? I was stressed, we were in a situation and he was tryin’ to convince me not to get involved. If I hadn’t, people might’ve gotten hurt.” That wasn’t exactly an answer, but it provided the information that Micah was looking for, and that was really all that mattered according to him. Besides, it wasn’t like Sean had spoken to him after all was said and done; all he’d gotten was his backed turned on him whenever he got too close, which didn’t make for fun family functions. “Scrawny? Please, now you’re just lookin’ for things to be dead wrong about.” He smirked, shaking his head. “Still, I’d like to see it. You don’t get much more badass than an angry Irishwoman.” Owen pointed out, though he was sure Micah could hold her own in most, if not all, situations. “Like what? Your own narcissism?” he teased, brow raised. 

“Believe me, that’s the last thing I want. Can’t believe this place is actually making profits, too.” Despite the destruction that the storm left in its wake and the few issues over the last several years with broken windows, The White Rabbit had been doing well. The first year it had just been a side project for Lucas, something that would let the dark skulls launder more money behind the business’s name and serve as a safe house downtown. Now, however, it was standing on its own and had become a real part of the community. Wiping Owen’s arm with a cloth to prep the area, Lucas let out a chuckle at his friend’s words. “Pretty sure Jaime and Abel are getting along because they’re both children” Lucas joked with a smirk, “But I’m glad Jaime’s up and at it. When your ma finally loosens his leash a bit more you should tell him to drop by for some new ink, too. Maybe I can finally teach ‘em how to use a tattoo gun” Lucas added, if only because he knew Jaime could do with some steady income and the shop did need another tattoo artist, under his wing it didn’t seem so far fetched of an accomplishment. As Owen asked about John, Lucas busied himself with getting the stencil on Owen’s arm and getting his needle gun ready, “He’s fine” he stated quite simply as he began on his friend’s tattoo. As much as Lucas loved and respected his father, the truth of the matter was that John would always be hypercritical of his only son’s choices when it came to the club and life in general. “I don’t think he’s takin’ to retirement well. I think he’s itchin’ to get back on the saddle” he confessed since they had been having more disagreements than usual about the way the club was run and why Owen was able to leave the club unscathed.

"I’m sure the influx of college students stayin’ for the summer helped. What’s the trend this year, huh? Matchin’ infinity sign tattoos?” He joked, a smirk crossing his features as he relaxed into the chair. As far as small businesses in Wilmington went, it was no secret that the White Rabbit was one of the more successful ones, solidifying itself as a staple of the downtown area. It was funny to think how the two of them went from being absolute rascals as children, breaking rules and getting themselves into constant trouble, to running their own businesses and keeping themselves in line -- of course, nowadays their personal situations were vastly different given Lucas now leading the Dark Skulls and Owen having almost no part of it, but it was still amazing how far they’d both come as individuals. “You got that right. Jamie asks me when the fuck I’m gonna wipe their ass about three times a week,” he rolled his eyes, already getting sick of the joke that his brother, apparently, thought was a hoot and a holler. “Bold of you to assume Ma’s ever gonna even let him drive a damn car again, nevermind get a fuckin’ tattoo. I can just hear her now, yellin’ at him about defilin’ his body even more or whatever.” Owen shook his head. “That ain’t a bad idea, though. Kid’s got a good eye, I could see him gettin’ the hang of this.” Jamie had always been the more creative of the two, and with his crazy imagination and eccentric personality, Owen could definitely see him picking up his own tattoo gun. “Yeah?” he pursed his lips slightly, eyes glancing between his friend and the stencil on his arm. “That means he’d take back his seat, or...let you keep runnin’ things?” John was a stubborn man, so he was curious what him getting back in business would mean for Lucas. Then again, Owen wasn’t even sure if he was warranted any sort of explanation anymore, but it didn’t keep him from asking.

“_Wrong. _You’re just jealous because I’m gonna look just as hot as forty and you’re going to be a grungy old man with a dad bod.” Jamie chastised. They’d always been vain, but Owen had a point — at some point they’d have to grow up. But today wasn’t that day. “… That might just get me more sympathy dollars, y’know.” They pointed out with a growing smile. “Like Elton John said, _it’s a little bit funny.” _They knew of anyone beside Colleen, Jamie’s accident and coma was something that’d certainly messed with Owen’s head. There wasn’t much Jamie could do to change what’d happen, but they could at least try and not be so reckless again. “I kinda like you being a sap.” Jamie admitted, glancing from the window to look back at their brother. “For your sake I’m not going to say anything about God and what she does or doesn’t do for me, but, if it helped you, then that’s, y’know, cool.” Religion had always been challenging for Jamie, something they’d never been fully able to buy into, and their skepticism was abound when it came to the Catholic Church, particularly because they found the whole ‘love the sinner, hate the sin’ thing to be complete and utter bullshit. So, they elected _not _to go. They knew this was a more tender moment for the two brothers, and, electing to fall onto the more serious side of things, Jamie reached over, palm grasping the back of Owen’s neck. “I love you, bro. I’m happy to be back too.”

"Fuck you, I take care’a myself. ‘Least enough to beat your ass to a fuckin’ pulp any day’a the week,” he argued, their brotherly, competitive nature still in full swing. In all fairness, with the two of them being the Fitzpatricks, it sort of came with the territory. Owen could recall hundreds of times throughout their childhood where their playful wrestling matches would turn violent -- ah, brothers. He couldn’t help the subtle smirk that crossed his features when Jamie expanded on the joke, the younger of the two always managing to make Owen crack a grin even when he didn’t want to. “Better wise up in front of Colleen with that shit,” he warned then, knowing the matriarch definitely wouldn’t take kindly to jokes even if Jamie was the unofficial favorite of the two. Her humor only really reached so far, and he couldn’t imagine that the accident would be one of them. “Kid’s made me soft, I guess,” he shrugged, turning his attention forward as he began to drive again. It was no secret Owen had a hard time dealing with emotions, and while Jamie had seem probably more of that side than anyone, it didn’t make him feel much more confident in that aspect. Grinning, he glanced over at his brother, taking in the features that he’d prayed he would see bright and alive once again. “I love you, too,” Owen replied, letting out a breath. “Alright, let’s get you back to the apartment. I got a cold Guinness in the fridge that’s callin’ my name.”

zachary-covington​:

“How was I supposed to know that your entire family was going to hate me for bringing Scottish whiskey?” Zach asked quietly as he stood one step behind Lenny in the living room of Erin Fitzpatrick’s home, who was the very first to ask why the bottle he offered to the hostess wasn’t Irish made. Maybe the professor could have taken some more time to learn the intricacies of the two countries and how alcohol could possibly be offensive to a room full of heavy drinkers. It wasn’t like they all hadn’t passed the bottle of Macallan around eagerly, but it seemed everyone had a comment to make about it first. Finally managing a smile, Zachary would shoot Lenny a wink to know his nerves weren’t completely shot by the ordeal. “No Owen tonight?” He asked quietly, trying not to be entirely obvious that there was a bit of anxious anticipation to his arrival, and whether or not Penelope would be in tow. 

@lenorefitzpatrick​

      Lenore couldn’t help but to softly laugh at her boyfriend, “Don’t worry about it too hard, it’s alcohol they will drink it either way and besides…it’s the thought that counts right?” Although she knew her father would be doggin’ on Zachary about his taste in whiskey which she hoped that he would preoccupied to not come and harass him. Waving her hand towards her aunt and turned to attention back on Zach, reaching out to grasp his hand in hers and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Nah…he should be here soon, no one really misses out on family dinner unless they have a good excuse.” Her brown eyes looked away towards the sound of someone arriving to see none other than her cousin @owensfitzpatrick​

“Jesus, Ma, I don’t get a hello anymore?” Owen complained as he walked through the door after his mother, who had all but sprinted out of the house to snatch her grandchild out of her son’s arms before leading them all back inside. Rolling his eyes as Colleen continued to ignore him, the male instead waved a couple of family members hello before turning his attention to his younger cousin. “Hey Len, how are ya?” he greeted, wrapping an arm around the brunette’s shoulders and giving her a light squeeze. “Nice to see you brought Professor Zach ‘round for the sacrifice,” Owen joked, nodding at the other before glancing back at Penelope, who followed close behind. “Babe, you know Len’s boyfriend? Said he works at the university.” @penelxpebradley​

Beau: why are our lives spent surrounded by air heads

Beau: try having the fucking doorknob deliver your CHILD

Beau: he got all red in the face and just said 'ok'. such a DICK

Beau: like who is he waiting for to come along for beth, seriously

Beau: it's like her own happiness didn't even matter

Beau: TOTAL milf 🥵🥵

Owen: id sure fuckin like to know. maybe its god testin us or some shit.

Owen: jesus mary and joseph no shes not 😂😂

Owen: gdi i mean who knows maybe hes one of those creepy possessive brothers like 'if i cant have u no one can'. i mean beth n veronica do look awfully similar.

Owen: ya well u make her happy dude. even if u mess up the laundry lmao

Beau: i know he has a girlfriend

Beau: but that guy is a fucking perma-virgin

Beau: do u know how emasculating it was to talk to him about proposing to beth

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Beau: i mean ,,, c'mon

Beau: how did she give birth to beth and THAT douche canoe

Owen: yup, penelope's best fucking friend who is literally also the worst

Owen: the amount of times she says 'like' in a sentence icb shes a doctor she acts dumb as a doorknob

Owen: jesus i cant imagine 😂😂 did he cry like a bitch

Owen: woahhhhhhhhhh

Beau: sam has to be the most annoying fucking person i've ever met

Beau: why the fuck does he dress like that

Beau: also have some self-respect and house train your dog

Beau: okay, look

Beau: her mom is hot

Beau: so she'll age well, you know? worth it

Owen: OKAY THANK YOU

Owen: BOAT SHOES STOPPED BEING A THING TEN YEARS AGO, GET W THE TIMES

Owen: he also has that country club bumpkin air to him that makes me wana kms

Beau: damn what the hell r u dealin w/ at home man

Beau: she spends a lot of time w/ beth's brother so like

Beau: no fuckin shock she's high maintenance

Beau: that guys fuckin exhausting

Owen: lmao so far so good but we will see 🤷🏻‍♂️

Owen: god i know, hes the fucking worst. if i didnt know any better id be annoyed at how much time they spend together, but hes a pussy so i aint threatened. like u said, high maintenance is attracted to high maintenance i guess.

Beau: look

Beau: she could at least find a good fuckin reason to complain

Beau: but this is just bullshit

Beau: I work all night, I'm on call half the fuckin week, so I ruined a load of laundry. You're really gonna pick that fight with me??

Beau: yeah that shit starts happening there's going to be a conversation

Beau: she's already got a mother, I'm keeping mine

Owen: ur preachin to the fuckn choir man

Owen: no matter what u do, theyll just a diff rzn to fuck w u. u could make the most expensive 7 course meal with the freshest ingredients and it would probably still not have enough salt

Owen: brother i know how hard u work 🤦🏻‍♂️ bitches b trippin