CHAPTER 1: Beers, Brawls, and Beautiful Brothers

I never really knew this side of me before, I always assumed I was an innocent. But these past few days in Boston have changed my views on that theory. Its crazy how much can change in a week, how quickly people can affect your behaviors and actions. Make all previous mannerisms die and new ones pop up. New ones you never even thought were in you. Y'know how; for example; when you hangout a lot with someone who swears when you don't normally, you end up swearing a ton too? That's what happened to me, except it wasn't something as simple as my language.

Like most other 24 year old rich kids living in California, I was spoiled. I spent my days surfing, playing beach volleyball with friends and walking the pier in the day and partying at night.

I didn't need to get a job, my parents paid for everything; which, thinking about it now, really didn't help me at all. All my life I've been used to the sun, the sand, and the heat. My skin was always glowing with a dark tan and my hair has always been sun-bleached blonde, I never expected everything to change when I moved.

On my 24th birthday; after partying hard; I decided it was time I grew up. As much as my parents protested I decided to move to somewhere completely different, Boston.

My father was a famous movie producer and my mother made all the soundtracks. Together they made a great duo with many successful movies and short films. They had always told me that when I moved out they would just pay for everything; wanting me to have the best life possible; but they were strongly against this move and decided to cut me off completely. So my life changed dramatically when I moved and I never predicted how difficult growing up would be, but I was forced to do it, and quickly too.


My first day in Boston was a vicious one. It rained, and it rained hard with no sun, I was so confused. When I got off the plane I jumped into the first cab I saw, "Just take me to the nearest hotel, please."

"Your wish is my command."

There was a heavy sigh from the driver and I noticed him looking back at me through the rear-view mirror, the way he looked me up and down made me uncomfortable. Getting out of that cab was relieving.

"So, here we are miss. Comes to $30.67."

I pulled my black long strapped purse off the seat beside me and dug through for my wallet, it was black so it blended in with the lining of my purse.

"You can pay, right? 'Cause if you have no money I'm sure we can find some other way to square up" I looked up in time to see him grinning and looking at me hungrily.

"Nope. I've got it thanks." I began rifling faster through my purse until I found it, "Here!" I threw him a couple twenty's, "keep the change," I didn't want to stay longer to discuss how much to tip and what I wanted back for change. He didn't deserve the tip but I also just didn't want to be there, plus I'm just not used to having to be careful about how much money I spend and where and on what, I've always had a never ending supply.

The cabby popped the trunk open and tried to help me with my bags, "that's fine, I got it." He held on, "I've got it alright, piss off dude." I ripped them out of his hands quickly and stormed into the hotel.

This hotel is NOTHING like ANY hotel in Cali. The man at the front desk was rude and creepy, and any other tenant I passed inside was rude and creepy, and when I walked into my room I was disturbed. I can't really say a room is 'rude' but it was DEFINITELY creepy, there were shadows in corners that couldn't be explained and cracks and holes in the walls that leaked tiny sweat drops of water making the place smell stale and moldy.

I went back downstairs, "d'you have any...cleaner rooms available?" The man at the front desk simply chuckled and walked away.

"I'm talking to you..." He glanced back at me, still laughing, and kept walking off. "I'll take that as a no then..."

People in Cali were always friendly and laughing, everyone was always either stoned or drunk off the heat of the sun... or for real drunk.

I figured I'd go for a walk, maybe find myself a bar to drink myself into oblivion so I'd forget the smell and appearance and just pass out, I'll scan the papers for an apartment tomorrow.

About an hour later I found myself lost; which sounds backwards to find yourself when you're lost. Up ahead I saw a group of guys stumble out a door which could only mean one thing. I walked faster down towards the bar, anxious to escape the rain. After hauling the door open to "McGuinty's Pub" I realized I would be an extreme oddity here.

Being the only girl in a pub back in Cali was never a big deal considering I knew almost everyone. Here I know no one, and the thought of having no one to rely on to have my back is a scary thought. Especially since every single man in here looked grubby and drunk as hell.

I almost turned to leave but my want for a drink overtook me and I bravely took a seat at the bar next to two guys who both turned to look at me.

"Oye, Murph, there's a lass in here," he smiled and smacked the other guy in the shoulder with the back of his hand to get his attention.

"Aye, there is! Hey Doc, let's grab a beer for the lady, ya?"

The guy sitting next to me called and waved an arm to the bartender or 'Doc', as he called him then turned to me, "name's Connor."

He had a bright, drunk smile on as he spoke, "this here's Murphy," he leaned back and pointed to the guy next to him, also wearing a bright drunk smile, "'ello lassy!"

FINALLY. People who were friendly and NOT creepy.

"Lindsay" I smiled back at the two guys who just threw their arms in the air cheering and yelling, "Aaaayyeee Lindsay!"

Lots of laughter and shouting rang through the bar and Doc set down a tall mug of beer in front of me, "aaahhh perfect, thaaank you."

The guy sitting farther away, Murphy, drunkenly leaned over the bar to look at me, "so what's a gorgeous lass like you doin' alone in a back alley pub in South Boston on a dark rainy night eh?"

I laughed when his barstool rocked slightly under his weight causing him to grab the counter in a panic. "I just moved here from California."

The one beside me, Connor, cheersed me, "tha's a long way away! Welcome to the Irish side of the world m'dear lady!" I laughed, "Well thankya," the three of us cheersed again and downed our drinks in one go.

"She can drink Murph!"

"Aye but can she keep up?"

I picked up the fresh beer that had just been put down on the bar in front of me and lifted it into the air as a mock cheers, "how many are you at? I've gotta catch up before I'm ever gunna keep up!" I winked at the boys and downed my beer as the nine other guys at the bar cheered and started to crowd around us.

"Aye you're right, and sorry to be of no help on that one but I've definitely lost count," the two guys cheersed some other men in the bar and downed their beers and slammed their empty mugs down in front of me. "Well? You catchin' up or what!"

I laughed and called out to the bartender, "three shots of tequila, three jager bombs, and three beers please, Doc!"

"Alright m- FUCK-ASS -m'd-d-dear."

I jumped back, startled at first but then just began to laugh and cheer with the rest of them.

"Aaaah y'didn't have to buy us shots n' beers ma dear," Connor chuckled softly as he reached out for the drinks placed in front of me.

"I didn't!" I laughed and smiled as I slapped his reaching hand lightly and following that, downed all six shots and a beer leaving two beers in front of me. "I'm a California girl, don't underestimate my power of alcoholic consumption!" I winked again as I downed the second beer and started on the third.

Murphy started climbing the counter again and slapped the guy next to me on the shoulder, "Aye Connor, I think I'm in love ya,"

"Oye get the fuck off me!"

The boys started laughing again as Connor tried to shove Murphy back off the counter.

Feeling more comfortable I took my black leather jacket off leaving me in just a pair of black saddle boots, skinny jeans and a black long sleeved, scoop necked, waffle shirt.

"Ya, stay a while will ya?" One of the other men in the bar helped my jacket off my arms and hung it over the back of a chair behind us, "thanks man."

Right after taking my coat off there was a large gust of cold air as the door opened again, it felt like all the Irishmen in the world were cheering and yelling it was so loud.

"Rocco! Ya!"


A fresh beer slid down the counter to him as the two guys jumped up and they all grabbed their beers, cheersed and downed them quick.

"You're trying to get me drunk aren't ya!" I yelled at them and jumped up off my barstool as I downed my own beer. They looked at me slightly confused, "Well I have to keep up right?" I smiled mischievously, "eh Doc! Toss me a couple fresh ones eh!"

The newcomer looked at me as the other two cheered. "Who's this little one?!" The new one, Rocco, gestured towards me with his empty mug.

"THIS!" Murphy draped an arm over my shoulders, "is Lindsay! Our fresh Californian lady-drunk!"

"Aye! She claims she can keep up, so far she's failing." Connor looked at me mockingly.

"Failing?!" I turned back to the bartender as he slid the fresh beer over to me, "I'll add another couple tequila shots and another beer to that round!"

I downed the fresh beer and turned back to the guys with a coy smile while I waited for the rest.

"Failing. That's not something I do when it comes to drinking." I could hear glasses hit the counter behind me so I spun around, "cheers eh" and downed them.

When I put the empty cups down on the counter I looked up at Doc and was about to order a couple more but he looked a little down, "Listen, boys... and girl...I've got some very bad news. I'm gonna have to close down the b-b-b-bar. The Russians are buying up buildings all over the town, includin' this one- Fuck! Ass! -and they're not lettin' me renew my lease."

I looked up past my empties, "Shit, and I only just got here."

I pouted as Doc looked at me with an appreciative smile, "and listen, fellas, I d-don't want anyone to know. So you k-k-keep your t-traps shut! You know what they say... People in glass houses sink sh-sh-ships."

He looked very serious, I don't think he knows he messed that up.

"Hey, Doc, I gotta buy you, like, a proverb book or somethin'. This mix-and-match shit's gotta go."

Everyone started to laugh so I figured I'd defend him.

"Well hang-on now, people in glass houses sink ships," I repeated pondering, "if you think about it, it makes sense. A glass house WOULD sink a ship, could you imagine how fucking heavy that'd be?!"

The guys all looked at me laughing when Murphy cut in, "Ya but the people in it? It ain't the house sittin' on that ship,"

"Well they must be stupid enough to sink a ship, I mean they built a glass house... how stupid is that exactly?! No privacy, very fragile, fingerprints would show up EVERYwhere, d'you even know how much Windex you'd go through?!"

By now the guys were all crackin' up, "Well really! If you have enough money in the first place to BUILD a glass house AND buy a ship then it'd be a HUGE step backwards to fuckin' move the house ONTO the ship and then subsequently sink it!"

How the fuck did I use such a long world properly, I'm so drunk right now.

"Aye but now we're back to the house being ON the fuckin' ship! It's the fuckin' people on the fuckin' ship!"

"Aye! And it's not just that one either! Doc's had some good ones," Connor started to laugh as he gestured to Rocco with his smoke, "Ya like, A penny saved is worth two in the bush, isn't it?"

The bar started to laugh and Murphy added, "And don't cross the road if you can't get out of the kitchen."

I couldn't help but laugh, "K well those make NO sense. Well actually you can't cross the road without getting out of the kitchen first, and maybe someone who doesn't have the courage to leave the kitchen in the first place SHOULDN'T be trying to cross the roa-" but my words were cut short as the door behind us burst open. Then the whole night went wrong.