This Just In...Tabloid Sleaze and Grand Theft Towels
a few days prior to Shockwave - Orlando, FL - Fiddler's Green Irish Pub & Eatery
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This, was not like him, whatsoever.
To be late, fine.
But to be forty minutes late?
Unheard of.
Seamus Finnegan sat disconcerted in the Fiddler's Green Irish Pub, awaiting the arrival of his friend and tag partner. He pulled his cellphone from his pocket and checked once again just to make sure he hadn't missed a call. Nothing. He swore under his breath and put his phone back.
Frustration was not a companion he wished to have.
Seamus nursed his second Guinness of the evening, only a few nights before his and Lancaster's big contest, their second defense of the CAL World Tag Team Championship. This was not the time to be unsure.
Finnegan glanced at his Timex, when out of the corner of his eye he finally glimpsed the outline of the Duke of Wessex. Seamus let out a heavy sigh as the Duke sat down, newpaper in hand, a look of apology on his face.
"Ach, an' just what bloody time do ye call this???"
Lancaster smiled somewhat weakly, yet managed a joke...well, somewhat of a joke, at least.
"I would probably venture...time to offer you a drink on me?"
Seamus raised an eyebrow.
"Ach, just a drink'll be fine. Ah'll nay be havin' it on ye, though, otherwise ye'd best be findin' yerself a new tag team partner, ye dirty wee fecker!"
A pause.
"Ach, ah'm just kiddin' ye, lad! Good to see ye, as always!"
Lancaster smiled again, removing his jacket and placing his newspaper on the table.
"Likewise, as always. Well, what's your poison for tonight lad...aside from the Guinness, of course. Why not broaden our horizons, with say, some wine?"
"Wine? Ach, let me check wi'the Almighty. [looking skyward] What's that, Father? [back to Lancaster] Ach, the Almighty suggests we try...the Kendall-Jackson Chardonnay, but he also says that the Sterling Cabernet Sauvignon's nay all tha'bad, either!"
Was that Seamus Finnegan?
"Well then...let's get a bottle of each."
The Duke managed to catch the waitresses' eye, and bring her on over, making their order. Seamus once again did the old "nudge nudge, wink wink!" routine, calling particular attention to the waitresses' finer features.
"Ach lad, look over there...did ye see the size o'her..."
"Knockers?"
Seamus winked.
"Aye, that I did. But I've had my fill of waitresses 'till Doomsday, thank you."
Seamus' expression was one of confusion.
"Aye, is that so? Why's that lad? Ye droppin' yer anchor in Kathleen's harbour, is that the crack?"
The waitress returned with the two bottles of wine, leading Lancaster to take one of the bottles and immediately fill a glass, nearly spilling it over.
"Well...have you been in touch with any of the family across the pond over the past few days?"
"Nay, can't say that I have...besides, the in-laws are still in Phoenix, and...well, ye know how well I get along wi'my own parents, aye?"
The Duke took another long, drawn out drink of wine, nodding while doing so.
"Then I guess you haven't heard some of the news that's making headlines over there. Well then, allow me, this little gift came to me from Steph."
Rob unfolded his newspaper and tossed it in front of Seamus. He stared, awaiting the look that was to cross Seamus' face after seeing the front page.
To be late, fine.
But to be forty minutes late?
Unheard of.
Seamus Finnegan sat disconcerted in the Fiddler's Green Irish Pub, awaiting the arrival of his friend and tag partner. He pulled his cellphone from his pocket and checked once again just to make sure he hadn't missed a call. Nothing. He swore under his breath and put his phone back.
Frustration was not a companion he wished to have.
Seamus nursed his second Guinness of the evening, only a few nights before his and Lancaster's big contest, their second defense of the CAL World Tag Team Championship. This was not the time to be unsure.
Finnegan glanced at his Timex, when out of the corner of his eye he finally glimpsed the outline of the Duke of Wessex. Seamus let out a heavy sigh as the Duke sat down, newpaper in hand, a look of apology on his face.
"Ach, an' just what bloody time do ye call this???"
Lancaster smiled somewhat weakly, yet managed a joke...well, somewhat of a joke, at least.
"I would probably venture...time to offer you a drink on me?"
Seamus raised an eyebrow.
"Ach, just a drink'll be fine. Ah'll nay be havin' it on ye, though, otherwise ye'd best be findin' yerself a new tag team partner, ye dirty wee fecker!"
A pause.
"Ach, ah'm just kiddin' ye, lad! Good to see ye, as always!"
Lancaster smiled again, removing his jacket and placing his newspaper on the table.
"Likewise, as always. Well, what's your poison for tonight lad...aside from the Guinness, of course. Why not broaden our horizons, with say, some wine?"
"Wine? Ach, let me check wi'the Almighty. [looking skyward] What's that, Father? [back to Lancaster] Ach, the Almighty suggests we try...the Kendall-Jackson Chardonnay, but he also says that the Sterling Cabernet Sauvignon's nay all tha'bad, either!"
Was that Seamus Finnegan?
"Well then...let's get a bottle of each."
The Duke managed to catch the waitresses' eye, and bring her on over, making their order. Seamus once again did the old "nudge nudge, wink wink!" routine, calling particular attention to the waitresses' finer features.
"Ach lad, look over there...did ye see the size o'her..."
"Knockers?"
Seamus winked.
"Aye, that I did. But I've had my fill of waitresses 'till Doomsday, thank you."
Seamus' expression was one of confusion.
"Aye, is that so? Why's that lad? Ye droppin' yer anchor in Kathleen's harbour, is that the crack?"
The waitress returned with the two bottles of wine, leading Lancaster to take one of the bottles and immediately fill a glass, nearly spilling it over.
"Well...have you been in touch with any of the family across the pond over the past few days?"
"Nay, can't say that I have...besides, the in-laws are still in Phoenix, and...well, ye know how well I get along wi'my own parents, aye?"
The Duke took another long, drawn out drink of wine, nodding while doing so.
"Then I guess you haven't heard some of the news that's making headlines over there. Well then, allow me, this little gift came to me from Steph."
Rob unfolded his newspaper and tossed it in front of Seamus. He stared, awaiting the look that was to cross Seamus' face after seeing the front page.
