Please Please Please || The Kelly's
It was safe to say that the Kelly residence held a very peculiar sleeping schedule. Emery was up at all hours of the day for whichever rotation she was on at the hospital and had learned the art of the micro nap. Patrick, well, he worked sleep somewhere between the Pub and whatever social life he claimed to have.
It was, however, an established routine that they spent whatever time they equally had off together, for at least half an hour a day. Some days they had as little as half an hour together, while others Emery would manage to get in a proper viewing of Gone With The Wind before it was time to open the Pub.
Today was the latter, though instead of Gone With The Wind they were watching Snatch, a favorite directed by Guy Ritchie.
"Do ya like dags?" Emery quoted, the back of her head resting on Patrick's shoulder as they waited for their food to arrive. As soon as the buzzer rang, Emery rolled off the couch, her huge sweatshirt draped on her like a dress over her leggings as she slid to the door and buzzed the delivery guy up.
"Hi!" She greeted cheerfully before signing the receipt and taking the food.
"Have I ever told you, you're my heeerooo?" She sang, her arms full of chinese food as she slowly closed the door on the delivery man who had been busy ogling to request a tip.
"So Patrick," She started, her mouth full of sweet and sour chicken as the movie went on fifteen minutes later. "Now that I've fed you, and you're in a fairly good mood, would it be the time for you to re-entertain the idea of hiring me on a few nights downstairs?" She asked innocently before quickly shoving more food in her mouth so she couldn't answer him right away.
