Sláinte! | Brie, Mico, Alli, Andrew
Perhaps Tuesday wasn’t the ideal night for heavy drinking, but the O’Lemons were more than willing to overlook that fact. And if they were going to spend all of Wednesday being horribly hungover, Brie and Mico would suffer the same fate. Allison was not giving them much choice in that matter, it was happening whether they liked it or not. They both needed to get to know her brother, after all, plus it was a convenient excuse to spend the night at Lucky Jack’s. Andrew hadn’t been there yet, and that was just unacceptable.
Alli and Andrew had gotten a little bit of a head start, and they were on their second pints of Guinness when the others showed up at the bar. Allison practically ran up to greet them, hugging Brie tightly and giving Mico a long very passionate kiss, while Andrew just sat there and waved a bit awkwardly. Not that he wasn’t used to his sister's tipsy excitement, it just somehow felt stranger in a different country. “We’re drinking Guinness tonight,” Alli stated as she sat back down and grabbed her glass. “You’ll be real honorary Irish before the end of the night!”













