[center][h1][color=82ca9d]Claire McManus[/color]
[color=a187be]Natasha Brinne[/color][/h1][IMG]http://i.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/americanpie.gif[/IMG]
[b]Location:[/b] The Party
[b]Interacting With:[/b] [@SgtEasy]
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	Tas took out some hydrogen peroxide and gauze, carefully tending to Jays bloodied knuckles. As he mentioned being in trouble with the law she shrugged lightly. She didn't want to say anything this way or that. The new comer Eddy could decide to press charges but it would be a hard case. He went after Nat first, what he did was considered assault in the eyes of the law. 

	Granted the group had gone overboard but people were protective of Nat, especially Dom and if Dom was involved, sure as the sun rises Claire would jump in. Jays reaction seemed a bit odd but Tas didn't know if the two were close, she really didn't know much about Jay.

	She did know the lead officer on the scene, what they had been whispering about was simple. Either he looked the other way or she'd call his wife and ask where the bill for the antibiotics that she used where to be charged. You know, for his chlamydia. She would have to call, public interest for all his sexual partners.

	She leaned back at the look on his face and sudden change in demeanour. Sighing she went back to cleaning his wounds and began to bandage his hands up. They were raw and cut but nothing he needed to go to the emergency room over, long as she could keep tabs on them incase of infection.

	[color=a187be]"Not all of it,"[/color] she said in a calm voice as she kept working to take care of Jeje. [color=a187be]"Don't worry, he'll be fine and so will you,"[/color] she said, giving a small wink.

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	"Are we close?" asked in a thick Irish accent, brown eyes looking around the street. The man was a bit taller than six feet tall, wearing worn out jeans and a black knit shirt with cracked Doc Martins on his feet. His rough cut dirty blonde hair spiked a bit on his head as puffs of smoke came up from the cigarette held between his lips. He had a lean frame and sported several tattoos showing on his hand and neck.

	"Ay, should be nearly there," a matching accent responded. The other man dressed the same but he stood a few inches shorter with short brown hair that clung to his head and crystal blue eyes. Looking at his cell phone, a map on the screen that had a small Irish Rose as an icon for the GPS locator.

	Seeing the police squad cars outside a building as they turned a corner the two men looked looked at each other and chuckled slightly.

	"What did she get into this time?" the first man laughed.

	"Long as she won, I don't care," the other said smirking as they continued down the street.

	"She's going to flip, then kill us for tracking her," the first man said.

	"Like we'd let the lass move across the country without keeping tabs. She'll get over it. After she hits us," the second man laughed as he tucked the phone back into his pocket.

	"Ready?" the first one asked, getting a curt nod from the second before they pushed the doors open and stepped inside. 

	Flicking their cigarettes out onto the sidewalk behind them before the doors closed. One let out low whistle seeing the party going on, noticing the blood on the floor. Seemed they already had a brawl in there tonight, cops about, paramedics loading up a man on a stretcher. Typical St. Patrick's Day as far as they were concerned. The other scanned the place and then pointed to the Leprechaun in the crowd as he patted the other on the shoulder.

	"Claire?" they asked each other in unison. "Claire," they confirmed with a curt nod towards each other before turning their heads back in Claire's direction. Placing their hands on either side of their mouths they both took a deep breath. "CLAIRE!!!" they bellowed over the noise of the party.

	Claire stopped moving, something she rarely did; the woman was always in constant motion, like the Tasmanian devil. Slowly she turned around, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping, mouth agape. The leprechaun was speechless, another first. Her eyes fell on the two men; widening even further.

	"Holy shit [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/0e/d9/29/0ed9294aa9ece333c810320b09974004.jpg]Connor[/url], she's speechless," one said to the other laughing as he grasped his chest in mock shock.

	"[url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8e/d0/3d/8ed03d30f2e908e7403a6f800dffa100.jpg]Murphy[/url], grab a camera, we need proof for pop," Connor said trying to keep from smirking as his hand came up to cover his mouth. 

	"Well, you going to say hello Claire Bear or not?" Murphy teased. Claire finally broke the deer in headlights look and darted over to them, leaping up into the air and slamming into both of them; an arm around each one. The men caught her mid air and hugged her tight.

	[color=82ca9d]"Connor! Murphy!"[/color] she exclaimed excitedly as they set her down. [color=82ca9d]"How, why, fuck! It's good to see you!"[/color]

	"Think she missed us?" Murphy smirked as he wrapped an arm around his only sister's shoulder.

	"Ay, maybe a wee bit," Connor laughed as he ruffled her red wig.

	[color=82ca9d]"What the hell you two doing here? And how'd you know where I was?"[/color] Claire asked batting Connors hand away.

	"See, she always did like me more," Murphy taunted his twin brother as he pulled Claire closer.

	"Like hell she does," Conner said shoving Murphy slightly. Murphy narrowed his eyes and shoved Connor back. Claire narrowed her eyes and grabbed both of them by the ear, pulling them down to her level.

	[color=82ca9d]"Jesus Christ, you two stop, we already had one ass beating in here tonight, and answer me. How did you know where I was?"[/color] Claire demanded to know.

	"Um...you tell her," Connor stuttered.

	"Well, we.." Murphy started as he pulled his phone out and showed her the screen.

	[color=82ca9d]"You Gps tracked me!?!"[/color] she hissed as she tightened her grip on their ears.

	"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow," Connor said crunching his face up. Claire let go, both men rubbing their ears.

	"Well, it could have been..." Murphy started but was unable to finish as Claire's fist connected with his jaw and sent him flying back, sprawled out on the ground. "Worse...." he grumbled.

	"Claire, Claire..." Connor said stepping back, laughing, and holding his hands out but it was no use. She batted his hands away yet again and gave him an identical punch with identical results.

	[color=82ca9d]"You're lucky it's Nats birthday or I'd give you a right good ass whopping that be making ya wish it was pop tearing up your rear end with his belt!"[/color] she said with a growl.

	"Happy St. Patrick's Day to you to," Murphy groaned as he wiped the blood from his busted lip.

	"We love you," Connor said stumbling back to his feet.

	[color=82ca9d]"Oh piss off,"[/color] Claire said before she spun around and headed towards the bar. Connor took Murphy's hand and helped him up, both of them supporting each other as they tried to contain their laughter.

	"Want to press charges?" a police officer pipped in as he motioned towards Claire. Murphy and Connor gave the man a [i]what the fuck[/i] look.

	"She's our sister, bugger off," they said in unison as they pushed past the officer and headed after Claire. Connor made a beeline after Claire, trying to catch up to her. Murphy on the other hand caught sight of something he had been hoping to see since they arrived in town that morning and turned his course, smoothing out his hair as he strolled over to a table.

	"Evenin' Lass," Murphy said with an overly cheesy grin on his face. Tas was standing there cleaning up Jays hands from the fight, slowly glancing over to him out of the corner of her eye.

	[color=a187be]"Murphy? What are you doing here?"[/color] she asked as she turned her attention back to Jay. Murphy rubbed the back of his neck and bounced a bit on the balls of his feet.

	"Came to see Claire, St. Patties Day surprise," he explained as he stepped around some to be in her line of sight.

	[color=a187be]"I see, that's sweet,"[/color] she said as she finished up with Jay. [color=a187be]"Okay, keep the bandages clean and come see me tomorrow at my place. I'll change them out for you Jay,"[/color] she said as she patted him on the shoulder.

	"Yeah, well I figured I'd say hi and everything," Murphy added as he stood there, Tas finally took a close look at him and noticed the busted lip.

	[color=a187be]"Claire do that?"[/color] she asked with a smirk.

	"Just a love tap, Irish Hello," he said wiping the blood away. Tas just shook her head and started to walk off. "Um, catch up later?"

	[color=a187be]"Yeah, sure, I gotta ride with the patient. See you later Murphy, try not to end up in my ER,"[/color] she said quickly before grabbing her purse and darting out the door, climbing into the ambulance and sitting down next to Eddy.

	"I'd stab myself to end up in her care," he said to himself as he watched her leave, letting out a slow whistle. Turning he looked over towards Jay and gave him a small wave before taking a seat. The doors closed and Tas, with Eddy, were on their way to UCSFMC.

	"Names Murphy, Claire's big brother," he said introducing himself. "Friend of hers and Tas's?" he asked in a friendly manner.


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Tas is blackmailing the cops and bandaging up Jay.
Claire's brothers stop by.
Tas leaves with Eddy to go to the hospital.
Connor McManus is at the bar with Claire.
Murphy is introducing himself to Jeje.
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