“Ah fucking shit, I forgot about her!”
“Aye you did,” I said “and now you need wait for a brave man to place your feast in
her yeast before you can expect to see it down yer gullet!”
Ale sprayed out of Brendan’s nose in an eruption of laughter. Whole tables of patrons
turned to see from what beast such a laugh could emerge. Of course, all they caught a glimpse of
was Brendan. Yet, what a glimpse it was. From the wrinkles near his mouth formed by years of
laughter, to the hairy knuckles he had worn since puberty, Brendan was a sight to see. To those
deep black eyes and strong broad shoulders… to what lay lower.As his fit of jolly died down,
Brendan slapped one of his mighty hands upon Enrique’s back and made him rest assured.
“Don’t worry lad, you can nibble on me eggs, if you still wish to break your fast.”
“Perhaps though he wishes to go to the kitchen and break-fast on the water of woman.”
“Aye perhaps! What do you say Enrique? Would you like to have a go around on the
merry-go-round?”
“Merry-go-round?”
“Bah!” I choked out. “Are ye daft or deaf, every lad in the county has spun around in
her tea-cups!”
The tears welled back in both of our eyes, as Enrique got up to leave.
“Merely a jape, my friend! Come back!”
“Yes, a jape, Enrique! Come back, I think I see your waffle know.”
Enrique turned to us, hopeful.
“Aye, but I hope you ordered Strawberries on that, otherwise it’s been mopped in her
moon-blood!” Brendan’s jest caused even louder laughter from us both, tears literally falling