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"Noah? You better start talking or I'll start singing show tunes at the top of my lungs while Abel drives us off the nearest and highest cliff! Do you want to be stuck with me and your brother for eternity?"
That gets his and Mara's attention. The thought of that makes both of them cringe. Suckers. I don't know why they act like we're so crazy. We're a good time, people, we really are.
"I never thought I'd admit this, and if you tell anyone outside this circle, I'll make sure your deaths look like a suicide pact. You know I can do it, so don't try me. Especially you, brother."
Damn, Noah grew some balls! Or retrieved them from Mara's purse. Either way, this is getting real fucking interesting. I put my hand over Abel's mouth as I see he's about to say something inevitably stupid.
"Abel promises to keep his trap shut. Go on."
Noah looks at Mara with a pleading glance. She huffs a bit but takes over the story for him. Okay, maybe she still has his balls in her purse, after all.
"For fuck sake. I'm just going to say it. We heard you guys this morning. Loud and clear. Every word, moan, and whatever the hell got thrown against our connecting wall. It kind of excited us, and we kind of followed suit, due to your loud ass sexcapades. Okay? Are you happy now? Your horniness finally seeped through the walls and attacked us head on."
I'm dead; I'm literally dead. This is the best day of my damn life. Abel is laughing so hard, I'm pretty sure if I didn't tell him to calm his tits, he would've driven us off the road and into the ditch. Mara is so beet red, I think she's permanently stained her cheeks. I look at Noah, and he's the complete opposite of beet red. He's a damn ghost.
"Oh, brother-in-law of mine, no shame in our sexual game. Let's just chalk it up to a great morning for all involved. Your secret is safe with us, and I pinky promise to kill Abel for you if he ever speaks of this again."
The look on Abel's face is that of extreme worry. It's going to be the hardest thing he's ever had to do. He looks at Noah through the rearview mirror and says with great pride, "First and foremost, the thud you heard against the wall was me trying to gain my balance after my wife rocked my world. I failed at that task, as you heard. Who knew I could teach an old dog new tricks? If you ever need any extra motivation, I'm here for you, bro."
Noah smacks him upside his head from the backseat while Mara hides her face in utter embarrassment. I try my best to put them both out of their misery by changing the subject.
"I hope you guys are ready for my list of Dublin activities. The next few days call for extra caffeine and prayers. You guys are going to need both. I have exciting plans for us, so get peppy. We're staying in a freaking castle, people!"
It takes a few hours to get to Dublin, but when we do, it's like we've entered a whole new world. I could just stand here and stare at the buildings all day and be happy. It's still early afternoon when we arrive, but the boys are ready to hit the pubs and distilleries. After this morning's conversation, I think we could all use a few strong drinks.
We get our tour tickets for the Jameson Whiskey Distillery, and the boys are pumped. I have to say, so am I. We're in the home court of Irish whiskey, and it can't get better than this. Am I right? Even if you aren't a whiskey drinker, it's a must when you're in Dublin, if I do say so myself. John Jameson founded his namesake in 1780, and to this day, it's the world's leading distillery. That's something to be proud of, even from his place in the sky.
"This is like a wet dream come true. Babe, I may have another love in my life. Sorry not sorry. The delicious smell alone makes me want to jump your bones. Come here, momma!"
Jesus. Did I mention I'm married to a teenage boy? A teenage boy that apparently has wet dreams about Irish whiskey. I dodge him before he can grab me and smack hard into the corner of a barrel. That's going to leave a mark.
"Dammit, Abel! You're going to owe me a massage tonight, you ass."
Mara, of all people, is laughing her ass off. Heffa. She's supposed to be on my side. I like it a lot better when she's cursing Abel instead of cheering him on. I guess I deserve it after what we put her through this morning, so I'll give her this win.
"Okay, sugar tits, laugh it up. I deserve it. Let's call a truce now, shall we? I'll buy you something pretty? Speaking of, isn't this place gorgeous? Here I thought we were just going into a smelly warehouse full of liquor barrels. Not even close. Come with me to the gift shop so we can spend our husbands’ money. The neon signs are calling to my shiny object syndrome."
We bid Abel and Noah a farewell and agree to meet up in an hour or so. You know us girls can lose track of time when shopping is involved. Especially on our husbands’ dime.
The gift shop is huge, and my eyes are on overload. So many cool things to see. Mara excitedly shows me some things she found, and she's as happy as a fat kid in a candy store.
"Heffa! Look at all the mini whiskey bottles I found. They're in cute little glass barrels. Oh! Look over here! Whiskey-infused chocolates. Dana and Cindy will love those. We need to find Elsie something too. Come on, woman!"
The shopping beast has been set free, and she's adorable. One thing about my bestie, she loves buying gifts for others. The trouble is, she never thinks of herself. I find a few things I think she'll like and purchase them while she's out of sight. She'll put up a stink about it, but in the end, be grateful for the gifts.
All this whiskey tasting and shopping has my head buzzing, and I need food. Luckily, the tour includes lunch, so I'm ready to get my feed bag on, whether these knuckleheads are ready or not.
"My stomach is hangry, Mara. Can we please take a break from the liquor shenanigans and get some food, pretty please? Let's go find the boys."
Mara fist pumps the air in delight, so I guess that means she's ready too. Thank the foodie gods! We find Abel and Noah sitting on a bench chatting with a few beers in hand. How can men hold their liquor so much better than women? Mind blowing. I'd be decorating a bush with my insides if I didn't take a break.
Thirty minutes later, we are stuffing our faces with a popular Irish dish called beef and Guinness pie. It's kind of like our American pot pies but on another level. You didn't hear that from me though. The ingredients are chopped beef, carrots, onion, celery, redcurrant jelly, some beef stock, and of course, Guinness. It's fucking fantastic!
"Mmmm…oh my god. Did I just die because I think I'm in Heaven. This is orgasmic on so many levels. Mara, my sweet bestie? You must get this recipe and cook it for me every week. I'll do just about anything for this to come true."
Abel agrees with me, around a mouthful of food, and adds his own promise to the pot. "What she said. I'll even promise to stop yelling,where's my bitch, when I enter your shop. Deal?"
Not that any of us believe a word that comes out of his mouth, but Mara says she'll try her best to make a go of it. Secretly, I think she likes the attention Abel gives her, even if it's outrageous at times. She loves him to death, she really does, but she also loves to threaten his life on the daily. It's a brother and sister kind of love and hate for sure.
