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Holy crap.
My brother just walked into Johnny Kavanagh’s house.
33King Clit Is a Liability
JOHNNY
I was in the process of flipping my mattress off my bed when Gibsie strolled into my room, whistling to himself.
“I’ve located your phone, Kav,” he announced proudly.
“Thank Christ.” I sagged forward in relief and dropped my mattress back down on the base. “Where was it?”
“In Joey’s car.”
My brows shot up. “Joey the hurler?”
Gibsie nodded. “Apparently.”
“You dope,” I grumbled. “This is all your fault.”
“I know,” he chirped happily. “But he’s dropping it over for you.”
“Yeah?” I sighed in relief. “Fair play.”
Grabbing my duvet off the floor, I threw it back on the bed and then carefully lifted Sookie back up.
“Good girl,” I coaxed, feeling terrible for disturbing her in the first place.
“That is seriously unhygienic, Johnny,” Gibsie stated with a frown. “Letting her sleep on your bed like that?” He shuddered. “Fucking rank, lad.”
“You’re one to talk about unhygienic,” I growled, swinging around to face him. “She’s cleaner than you.” I shot him a dirty look before adding, “At least Sook doesn’t puke all over herself in her sleep and roll it into my ma’s couch.”
“You promised you wouldn’t bring it up again,” he choked out, looking wounded. “Promise breaker.”
“Gibs,” I bit out, striving for patience. “I’m tired. I was up all night taking care of your drunk ass. I spent half the night turning you on your side so you didn’t choke yourself, and winding you like a bleeding baby, and the other half I spent mopping up your vomit. You wrecked the living room. You plastered the downstairs bathroom in puke. You almost smothered me to death with your Guinness farts when I brought you up here. Give me a few hours to get over it first before asking me not to bring it up.”
“Well, at least I hosed off all the chunks,” Gibsie replied sheepishly. “And the living room, hall, and bathroom are back to their former glory.”
“Good,” I barked. “So, you should. It’s your fucking puke.”
“You made me sleep on the floor, Johnny!” he huffed. “That was mean.”
“Because you can’t be trusted with nice things.”
“Not even a bed?”
“Yes, Gerard, not even a bed.”
“Yeah, well, I’m your best friend and you put me on the floor,” he shot back with a huff. “The dog gets the foot of your bed and I get the fucking floor.”
I arched a brow. “Are you saying that you want to sleep at the foot of my bed?”
Gibsie stared back at me for several seconds before snickering. “Yeah, okay, I have no idea where I was going with that.”
“Neither do I, lad,” I muttered with a shake of my head. “Neither do I.”
“By the way,” Gibsie said with an impish grin. “I told yer man Joey that I’d make him a fry for his troubles.”
