Rory:
Cillian:It’s bloody 6 am, St. James.
On Sunday. I was out with you half
the night.
Rory:Yes, I know that but my
brilliant idea came to me in the
middle of the night and I couldn’t
sleep after.
Rory:I’m working on a plan.
Cillian:Enlighten me so I can go back
to sleep.
Rory:I’m planning a small get
together at my apartment tonight.
With you, and some guys from the
team, but I may or may not be telling
them that you’re… attending.
Cillian:That’s your plan?
Rory:Yep. It’s going to be like ripping
a bandaid off. Anyway, be at the
place for 6 and don’t be late.
Rory:Cillian?
Rory:I know you did not just leave
me on read!?!
Thebrilliantplan Rory woke me up at six a.m. for is not going to be at all what she’s hoping for, but I show up anyway because I know that she’s just trying to uphold her end of our arrangement.
And even though I’d rather run until I puke than spend the evening with Thorne and the rest of them, I know I have no choice.
It’s either I play nice or I’m off the team. And that’s not something I’m even entertaining.
When I knock on the door, I can hear low, jumbled voices on the other side, and a moment later it opens. Rory peers at me through a small crack and nods, rolling her lips together. “Hi. Okay, you ready for this? No fighting. And noleaving. Okay? We have to do this.”
I nod, and she opens the door wider, allowing me to step inside. I do my best to brace for the absolute shit show that’s about to ensue, willing myself to keep my temper under control and remember that this is the only option, and my spot on the team depends on it.
My promise to Aisling depends on it. Myfuturedepends on it.
A mantra that I keep repeating as Rory leads me through her entryway into her apartment.
