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She nodded her head in approval. “Good choice.”
I beamed back at her. “I know, right?”
“Wait.” My brother held a hand up. “Didn’t they both die in the book?”
“She’s talking about the movie version,” Gerard replied with a snort. “Dumbass.”
“Pretty sure the movie version met the same fate, Gibs,” Hughie drawled sarcastically.
“Well, they don’t die in my Ballylaggin version,” I shot back before quicky continuing. “And then for Liz and Patrick, I was thinking something a little edgier like Morticia and Gomez Addams—you know, to match Lizzie’s personality.”
“Oh my god, I love it,” Katie laughed, clapping. “Claire, you’re a genius.”
“I don’t see it,” Hugh tossed out. “First off, she’s blond. Second, she doesn’t do fancy dress, and third, if she does show up, she’ll be with Pierce.”
“Goddammit, Hugh,” Gerard slurred. “Stop interrupting your sister’s creative process.”
“You might want to put down the sherry, Gibs,” Katie chuckled. “You’re getting a little feisty over there.”
“No need. It’s already gone.” He tipped the bottle upside down for emphasis, causing one lone droplet of chestnut-colored liquid to drip onto the back of his hand. Never one to be wasteful, Gerard quickly licked it up with his tongue. “See?”
“Ah, Gibs, lad. You’re going to have one hell of a sick head in the morning,” Hugh said, wincing. “A sherry hangover is fecking dreadful.”
“Liz already agreed to dress up as Morticia if Patrick will go as Gomez,” I told my brother, feeling smug. “And according to her latest text message, she won’t be going anywhere with Pierce.”
“They’re off again?”
“Yep.” I shrugged. “If the pendulum swings and they get back together before the party, then he can go as Uncle Fester.”
“Girl doesn’t know where her head is at,” Katie mused.
“True that,” Gerard chimed in, snatching up a bowl of popcorn. “She’s been blowing hot and cold for years. Isn’t that right, Hugh?”
“Gibs.” My brother’s entire frame went rigid. “Don’t.”
“What did I say?”
“Nothing,” Hugh deadpanned. “Keep it that way.”
“Sorry, lad. Didn’t mean to hit a nerve.”
“You didn’t.”
“First love stings like a bitch, though, doesn’t it?”
“Gibs!”
“Oh, stop trying to cause trouble.” Katie laughed, reaching for another bottle of beer from the coffee table. “I already know all about it. Hugh told me when we first met.”
“Did he really?” Gerard grinned mischievously and tossed a piece of popcorn at my brother “He told you all about it?”
“I said that’s enough, lad,” Hugh snapped. “Nobody wants to hear it.”
“I second that,” I agreed, good mood fading fast at the memory of the biggest betrayal of my childhood.
My best friend and my brother.
Yuck.
