[hr][center][h1][color=fff79a]Claire McManus[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Tapri
[b]Interacting With:[/b] [@POOHEAD189] [@Pundii]
[b]Time/Date:[/b] Morning/August 2nd, 2016
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	[color=fff79a]"Don't ya be shittin' me! Seriously?!?! Fuck yeah! Right!, Okay, thanks bye!"[/color] Claire hung up the phone call and stood there for a minute before dancing around in place and squealing in delight. Several of the patrons turning around and looking at the crazed Irish woman confused as she shoved her phone back into her pocket and dashed towards the table. Coming up behind Joel she flung her arms around him and hugged him tight, giggling like the deranged before she flopped down in her seat. 

	[color=fff79a]"Ey's a got me a fight!"[/color] she exclaimed, giddy as all get out. The smile on her face bright and reaching ear to ear as she did the cabbage patch in her seat. Claire always got like this when she found out about a bout her manager was able to set up for her. Granted, she was supposed to be in India to relax and spend time with her brother and her bestie but hey, a few hours of scraping in a ring wouldn't take away from all that in her mind. She knew Murphy would like to see her fight and Cass had been to plenty of them with her. They usually went out partying afterwards. It was always a lot of good fun in her mind, no matter how bashed up she was in the end. 

	[color=fff79a]"Week from today at the Shri Ram Martial Arts School Of India! Gots me a little rumble!"[/color] She couldn't help but laugh as their food was brought over, the waitress wondering if she had lost her mind. She had in a way but she didn't care. Picking up her fork she didn't even bother to look at her plate as she shoveled in a mouthful and began to chew. Then suddenly she stopped, her eyes widening as she grabbed her glass of water and started gulping it as she broke out in a sweat. Swallowing hard she gasped for breath. 

	[color=fff79a]"Sweet Fucking Mary and Joseph!!!"[/color] she coughed out. 

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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Dinning Room
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Each Other
[b]Time/Date:[/b] Breakfast Time - August 2st, 2016
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	Tasha leaned back in her seat and just smirked at Murphy as he sat there pulling bits of cereal off his cheeks. Grabbing a napkin he wiped the majority of it away but it was obvious whatever she did it was not going to deter him from finding out exactly what was going on. This was not exactly something the young doctor wanted to get into with him or anyone for that matter but Murphy had seemed to take it on himself to be her personal project to get her to open up more and more. Pulling his chair closer to the table and leaning in he tossed the milk and cereal soaked tissue in the bowl and cocked a brow in her direction. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Come on, spill it lass,"[/color] he said waving his hand front of him a bit and circling it around. Tasha shook her head and looked away from him but it didn't stop him. He wasn't letting her get out of this one. Sliding his chair over to her he got in her face. [color=82ca9d]"Tasha..."[/color]

	[color=a187be]"What?"[/color] Turning her head she looked away but Murphy wasn't having any of that. Reaching up he placed his finger to the side of her chin and turned her head back towards him. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Tasha."[/color]

	[color=a187be]"Murphy?"[/color] she questioned flatly as she knocked his hand away and went to stand up but Murphy got a bit more handsy than he had in the past with her and curled his fingers over her shoulder, shoving her back down in her seat. [color=a187be]"Ugh, ass,"[/color] she spat as she pulled his grip off of her and flung his hand away. Every time she tried to get up or turned her head away from him he did the same. Either she was going to knock him out or spill it in rage. Either way, he figured it was better than the cold silence and it eating away at her from the inside. 

	It took a bit of time and a lot of stubborn Irish prodding but Tasha eventually agreed to talk. Sighing she leaned forward in her chair and let it out. [color=a187be]"I met Lincoln when I was an intern..."[/color] 

	The story was not something that Murphy had been expecting from Dr. Glacier. Even though he knew she was caring underneath the cold exterior the way she spoke about the new arrival surprised him. She was warm when talking about him, about how he had made her smile and made her stop thinking about the worry of work and school, actually getting her to relax during her down time. That was until he proposed. She was wrapped up in the moment and had said yes but afterwards she started having her doubts. A lot of doubts. Eventually she had broken it off and after that refused to speak with him. It was too hard. Thinking back on it and speaking about it caused her eyes to well up and she shook her head, trying to push it back down. 

	[color=a187be]"But that was then. This is now."[/color]

	[color=82ca9d]"Riiigggghhhttt...... So what's he doing here?"[/color] Murphy asked as he handed her a clean napkin, Tasha took it and dabbed the moistness from the corner of her eyes, shrugging some. 

	[color=a187be]"Doesn't matter,"[/color] Tasha mumbled under her breath. What did it matter? It seemed that her and Dominic were starting something and the last thing she needed was to get caught up in the past. Shaking her head she got up, Murphy not doing anything to stop her this time, and walked off. Stepping out into the hallway and towards the front desk.