My name is Seamus. Yeah, I know. Pronounced Shay-muss. I come from an Irish family. We came to America a few years before I was born. My father ran a Bar and nightclub until he and my mother were killed in a plane crash when I was 25. I had been living on my own for a few years at that point, working a steady job at a goth nightclub alongside a good friend of mine, Johnny, who was half Irish and half Japanese. I had to take a month off of work to deal with all the arrangements. They were thankfully understanding. Johnny was there for me the whole time, and his little sister Alice would come over with him now and again. She was such a cute little thing, with her almond-shaped brilliant green eyes, pale skin, and slightly ruddy cheeks. She'd sit with me for hours at a time playing videogames and listening to music, and being surprisingly intelligent for a 10 year old. Johnny would joke that she had a crush on me and she'd poke him in the ribs and tell him to stop. I was incredibly thankful for their company in my time of need. A couple months later the funeral was held, and dad, a former IRA fighter, was a devout catholic, so we had a catholic service and burial, Father Davis once again asking me to come to sunday service. I politely refused, as always. I've not cared for religion since I was a child.
After a couple more months, I decided to leave my job at the club and head off to college to get a degree. I said goodbye to my friends, little Alice giving me a great big hug, and off I went. A few years later I had a few trade licenses under my belt, and I got to work as a contractor back home. It was slow going at first, but after a few months I had a pretty decent business going, and had purchased a nice apartment and a motorcycle. Johnny had been busy, and called me up to go over and hang out that weekend. I had a job I was headed to early saturday but promised to show up afterwards.
That saturday I headed out to the job site, where they wanted me to assist in rewiring some office building undergoing renovations. Sweaty, dirty work, and by the end of it I was tired, sweaty, and covered in some kind of plastic dust. A promise is a promise, though, so I headed over to Johnny's place with a quick stop for a bottle of whiskey and a quick change of clothes at home. His house was gorgeous. His parents had purchased this little run-down old victorian house, fixed it up, and sold it to him under the instruction that he let Alice live there too so she could go to school in the city, then they moved on to flip another house. Apparently they'd been doing this for years before him and I had met at the club. Perfect house for a goth, really. Green shingles, dark red brick, and green wooden siding. I knocked at the door, and Johnny opened it with a big grin on his face.
"Great to see you, man. How've you been?" He said, motioning me inside.
"Eh, not too bad. The contract work is tough, but I have freedom and enough money to get by. You should see my new place. Great loft apartment downtown. How's the shrimp?" Referring to Alice.
"Less shrimpy than she was before. You'll never guess what's happened with the club." He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It burned down?" I asked with a frown.
"Naw, man. I own it come next weekend!" He laughed.
"What? That's amazing! How'd you manage it?" I couldn't believe it.
"Frank said he's tired of the place and wants to retire. His wife's been bothering him about it since before we worked there. We've got Fangs on Fur scheduled to come out next weekend too." They'd been a favorite band of mine for several years now.
I poured us each a glass of whiskey, and we got to catching up. After about a half hour, from the doorway of the den I heard a "Squee" noise, and turned in time to see a black and white blur rushing towards me and arms wrapping around my ribs in a hug. Alice, presumably.
"Johnny you batty dick, why didn't you tell me Seamus was back in town?" She admonished her brother for.
"Wanted it to be a surprise." He smiled, lifting his glass in my direction.
She turned her face up at me with a big smile. Her face was less ruddy, a little longer in shape, much more feminine. Her eyes were rimmed in black eyeliner with a bit of red smoke on the upper lid. Her hair straight, black, and asymmetrical. Her lips full and black. I became acutely aware of her surprisingly full breasts pressing into my stomach. She released me from the hug and sat down on the couch across from her brother, patting the seat next to her and looking at me. I sat down and gave her a once over. Gone was the tiny little cutie I'd known before college, and in her place was an absolute gothic beauty at 5'2. Slashed fishnet and a wide-necked black top and a flowing black skirt.
"Wow, you look great." was all I could say, taken quite aback by the changes in her over the last 4 years. She blushed a little. Her brother poured her a small bit of whiskey, which she took in her hand, long fingernails painted dark red.
She took a tiny sip, and gave me a once over, then smiled and said "You got muscley." Johnny laughed.
"Watch yourself," he told me. "She's still got a crush on you."
"Fuck off, Johnny." she said, poking him in the ribs. The three of us chatted for a while about goings on, the upcoming business with the club, how Alice's schooling was going and such, Alice hanging off of my arm the whole night. Johnny offered me a stake in the club if I helped him redo the lighting. At the end of the night I headed home with probably over the legal limit of whiskey in me, and on the way out the door, Johnny said to me in a hushed tone "Look, she really does have a huge crush on you. She's been asking about you since you left. I'm just saying."
Well, tonight certainly gave me a lot to think about.
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