lj idol 3 strikes, week 17
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stellinasBrendon O'Leary walked, or rather swaggered, into the Kickin' Donkey ready for his Friday night pint, he had a rare old thirst on and not just for the ale! In the corner, he spied Saoirse, Aisling, Orla and Siobhan chatting away, dressed in their Friday finery and looking flushed from a couple of vodka martini specials mixed by Franco the barman.
The girls flocked around Franco with his dark good looks inherited from his Italian father, though he'd been born and bred in Bundoran and had the accent to prove it. Still, Brendon knew he was able to get an admiring glance or two and always tried to keep up with fashion and music of the day, though a rocker at heart, wearing his thick black hair to his shoulders or in a ponytail, especially when at work at the brewery. His green eyes twinkled as he passed the girls, winking at Siobhan as he did so. The girls giggled as he made his way to the bar.
''Saints preserve us, would you look at him! 50, if he's a day and still believing he's 20, giving all the cailins the eye!'' exclaimed Orla with a look of mirth on her face.
''Aye, Leary by name and leery by nature!'' laughed Saoirse
''Ach, don't be so cruel, he's not so bad'', Siobhan cut in, ''I've seen worse''
Siobhan felt a wee bit sorry for Brendon, he just seemed to try too hard to be cool ,instead of just being himself. She had spoken to him a couple of times at work and had shared lunch with him outside on the benches, he had seemed really sweet when he wasn't acting like an eejit.
The Kickin' Donkey was full to bursting every Friday night since it was the most popular pub in town, firstly due to Franco drawing in the girls and secondly due to Mara, the voluptuous barmaid who was always ready to flirt a wee while and also because of her ample cleavage which jiggled around as she pulled the pints, she was also very attentive to the customers.
''Ah, there she is, a sight for sore eyes after a hard day's work'', Brendon said playfully as he ordered his pint. Mara liked Brendon despite his penchant for trying to act cooler than his age. A nice bit of banter was being exchanged and observed by Jim MacDonald and Dermott Delaney, Jim took in Brendon's garb, all black and his chain with a cross, earrings, rings and studded jacket and wristbands. At 50, he looked ridiculous thought Jim, a real cheugy as his American friend had called Brendon when he saw him on his last visit to Ireland.
''How about you and me going on a boat trip around the bay tomorrow then Mara?'' Brendon flashed a smile her way,
''Now then, that would be grand me darlin' except I'm working here so no go I'm afraid'' she replied with some dismay.
Jim couldn't resist this chance to pipe up with his ever acerbic wit;
''Ah now ,it's just as well Mara, with all his chains, if he fell overboard he would drown would he not, or the boat would likely sink, so it would!'' Jim and Dermott guffawed loudly and the girls joined in the fun, all except Siobhan and Mara who shot glances at Brendon and then at each other.
''Ach, I see Jim and Dermott, 'cos ye are both such catches yeselves to be sure!'' Siobhan called over, ‘’Sure , we girls are so grateful that we have such fine men to be feasting our eyes on!’’
The laughter died down with her retort and Jim muttering under his breath downed his pint and left. Brendon sent a smile her way and winked.
''Ah well, ye know how these older guys get'' he laughed, ''Not cool, not cool at all''
Brendon, of course, working at the brewery, often took a lot of stick from his workmates for his style and attempts to be ''cool'' most of which he would just laugh off. He had never divulged his real age, 50, to anyone, in their community a man over 50 was no longer a viable marriage possibility and Brendon so longed to find his soul mate, maybe have a wee one or two and time was moving on. His hopes were dwindling more and more, but he tried to remain jovial. Teatime was upon the workers and so he made his way to the canteen where Mrs Duncannon ruled the roost, he went to order his tea and she gave him a knowing look.
''Brendon O' Leary! Have I not told ye time and again, I will not serve anyone with that monstrosity dangling from their ear!''
Brendon usually removed it ,but had forgotten being lost in his thoughts;
''Ach, come on now Mrs. D, you serve the girls here, that's discrimination, that is!'' he complained.
''The Good Lord didn't mean for men to wear earrings and sport long hair, so he didn't, you just mind me my boy or no tea!''
So, much to his chagrin ,Brendon removed the offending object and Mrs. D grudgingly gave him his tea plus two blueberry scones, he needed comfort food today. A certain thought had been on his mind and he didn't know how to shake it off, the said thought being in the shape of Siobhan, he was beginning to feel tingly whenever she was around, he knew she was 38 as she had had a birthday recently and he had heard her tell one of her workmates.
Another Friday night rolled around again and the same scene as always with Franco flashing his smile and eyes and Mara jiggling and pulling, the girls giggling and drinking and Jim and Dermott propping up the bar, admiring the view that was Mara. Brendon ordered his pint;
''Ah Brendon, heard you have a birthday up soon my man, a milestone eh, the big 50, ah how time flies to be sure !'' Jim piped up with a spiteful gleam in his eye and Dermott sniggering behind him.
''And how would you know that, may I ask? '' replied Brendon
''Well, a little bird in the office told me'' at this Orla squirmed uncomfortably and her cheeks began to colour.
''Don't ye think it's time to hang up the leathers lad and act ye age not ye shoe size!''
By now ,most of the bar was laughing and Jim spurred on by this continued,
''What makes ye think ye could pull one of these cailins here? Ye just an old has been, an old rocker who lives in a time warp, get real man''
Brendon looked around the room, faces laughing ,eyes staring and fingers pointing, then he spotted Siobhan, who looked across at him, she was not laughing, but for him what he saw was much worse, pity! She pitied him, old fool that he was. Leaving the bar, he decided enough was enough and jumping on his motorbike, he sped off into the darkness.
Monday morning dawned and the workers were busy preparing for their day, chatting away about their weekends and groaning at the thought of another week of work stretching out before them. Suddenly, all went silent as there was much nudging and nodding of heads, all eyes looked towards the doors where Brendon had entered, earring gone, still with his pony tail for now ,but his clothes! Just jeans and a checked shirt like most of the other guys working there. He looked older, but it was not the clothes, Siobhan saw his eyes, they were no longer twinkling merrily and his cheeky, flirty smile had gone.
At lunchtime, she and Brendon had often eaten together outside on the benches, but today he was not there and not in the weeks that followed. He was a changed man altogether, he had turned in his beloved motorbike for a car, had even stopped calling in at the Kickin' Donkey, the only thing he was having a problem changing was his hair, still the pony tail lingered, he couldn't bring himself to cut it, not yet at any rate.
One lunchtime Siobhan decided to take the plunge and walking over to Brendon she said feistily,
''Ah now then Brendon O' Leary, what in the name of all that's holy have I done to ye?! '' she demanded, fire in her blue eyes.
Brendon looked aghast.
''Why, me darlin' ye haven't done a thing to me!''
''So how come ye are avoiding me every lunchtime then ?!' And me havin' to eat the extra cake I bring for ye every day, I'll soon have hips as big as Mrs D's!''
At this, Brendon couldn't help laughing since Siobhan looked so stern.
''Ach, that 's better, so it is me lad''
''Well, I didn't think ye would be so happy to eat with a 50 year old man, when there are others here who would be more than happy to take that seat''
''What rubbish! Don't ye know by now dear boy that it's you that I want to be beside '' she looked at Brendon in a way that made him tingle all over again as she reached for his hand,
''And what about the chance fer a spin on that bike of yours?! Have been waiting all summer fer ye to ask me!''
Brendon laughed as he enjoyed the feel of her hand on his.
''I liked the other Brendon, quirky, cheeky but kind and sensitive too, I think ye should bring him back me darlin'-oh along with his bike !''
So on Friday night the Kickin' Donkey, full to the rafters, echoed with gasps when Brendon and Siobhan walked up to the bar hand in hand and watched as she planted a toe curling kiss upon his lips, hands running through his long ,dark hair and across his leather clad shoulders as she winked at Jim and Dermott cheekily, their mouths open like two cod fish, while outside, Brendon's motorbike gleamed in the moonlight.
The girls flocked around Franco with his dark good looks inherited from his Italian father, though he'd been born and bred in Bundoran and had the accent to prove it. Still, Brendon knew he was able to get an admiring glance or two and always tried to keep up with fashion and music of the day, though a rocker at heart, wearing his thick black hair to his shoulders or in a ponytail, especially when at work at the brewery. His green eyes twinkled as he passed the girls, winking at Siobhan as he did so. The girls giggled as he made his way to the bar.
''Saints preserve us, would you look at him! 50, if he's a day and still believing he's 20, giving all the cailins the eye!'' exclaimed Orla with a look of mirth on her face.
''Aye, Leary by name and leery by nature!'' laughed Saoirse
''Ach, don't be so cruel, he's not so bad'', Siobhan cut in, ''I've seen worse''
Siobhan felt a wee bit sorry for Brendon, he just seemed to try too hard to be cool ,instead of just being himself. She had spoken to him a couple of times at work and had shared lunch with him outside on the benches, he had seemed really sweet when he wasn't acting like an eejit.
The Kickin' Donkey was full to bursting every Friday night since it was the most popular pub in town, firstly due to Franco drawing in the girls and secondly due to Mara, the voluptuous barmaid who was always ready to flirt a wee while and also because of her ample cleavage which jiggled around as she pulled the pints, she was also very attentive to the customers.
''Ah, there she is, a sight for sore eyes after a hard day's work'', Brendon said playfully as he ordered his pint. Mara liked Brendon despite his penchant for trying to act cooler than his age. A nice bit of banter was being exchanged and observed by Jim MacDonald and Dermott Delaney, Jim took in Brendon's garb, all black and his chain with a cross, earrings, rings and studded jacket and wristbands. At 50, he looked ridiculous thought Jim, a real cheugy as his American friend had called Brendon when he saw him on his last visit to Ireland.
''How about you and me going on a boat trip around the bay tomorrow then Mara?'' Brendon flashed a smile her way,
''Now then, that would be grand me darlin' except I'm working here so no go I'm afraid'' she replied with some dismay.
Jim couldn't resist this chance to pipe up with his ever acerbic wit;
''Ah now ,it's just as well Mara, with all his chains, if he fell overboard he would drown would he not, or the boat would likely sink, so it would!'' Jim and Dermott guffawed loudly and the girls joined in the fun, all except Siobhan and Mara who shot glances at Brendon and then at each other.
''Ach, I see Jim and Dermott, 'cos ye are both such catches yeselves to be sure!'' Siobhan called over, ‘’Sure , we girls are so grateful that we have such fine men to be feasting our eyes on!’’
The laughter died down with her retort and Jim muttering under his breath downed his pint and left. Brendon sent a smile her way and winked.
''Ah well, ye know how these older guys get'' he laughed, ''Not cool, not cool at all''
Brendon, of course, working at the brewery, often took a lot of stick from his workmates for his style and attempts to be ''cool'' most of which he would just laugh off. He had never divulged his real age, 50, to anyone, in their community a man over 50 was no longer a viable marriage possibility and Brendon so longed to find his soul mate, maybe have a wee one or two and time was moving on. His hopes were dwindling more and more, but he tried to remain jovial. Teatime was upon the workers and so he made his way to the canteen where Mrs Duncannon ruled the roost, he went to order his tea and she gave him a knowing look.
''Brendon O' Leary! Have I not told ye time and again, I will not serve anyone with that monstrosity dangling from their ear!''
Brendon usually removed it ,but had forgotten being lost in his thoughts;
''Ach, come on now Mrs. D, you serve the girls here, that's discrimination, that is!'' he complained.
''The Good Lord didn't mean for men to wear earrings and sport long hair, so he didn't, you just mind me my boy or no tea!''
So, much to his chagrin ,Brendon removed the offending object and Mrs. D grudgingly gave him his tea plus two blueberry scones, he needed comfort food today. A certain thought had been on his mind and he didn't know how to shake it off, the said thought being in the shape of Siobhan, he was beginning to feel tingly whenever she was around, he knew she was 38 as she had had a birthday recently and he had heard her tell one of her workmates.
Another Friday night rolled around again and the same scene as always with Franco flashing his smile and eyes and Mara jiggling and pulling, the girls giggling and drinking and Jim and Dermott propping up the bar, admiring the view that was Mara. Brendon ordered his pint;
''Ah Brendon, heard you have a birthday up soon my man, a milestone eh, the big 50, ah how time flies to be sure !'' Jim piped up with a spiteful gleam in his eye and Dermott sniggering behind him.
''And how would you know that, may I ask? '' replied Brendon
''Well, a little bird in the office told me'' at this Orla squirmed uncomfortably and her cheeks began to colour.
''Don't ye think it's time to hang up the leathers lad and act ye age not ye shoe size!''
By now ,most of the bar was laughing and Jim spurred on by this continued,
''What makes ye think ye could pull one of these cailins here? Ye just an old has been, an old rocker who lives in a time warp, get real man''
Brendon looked around the room, faces laughing ,eyes staring and fingers pointing, then he spotted Siobhan, who looked across at him, she was not laughing, but for him what he saw was much worse, pity! She pitied him, old fool that he was. Leaving the bar, he decided enough was enough and jumping on his motorbike, he sped off into the darkness.
Monday morning dawned and the workers were busy preparing for their day, chatting away about their weekends and groaning at the thought of another week of work stretching out before them. Suddenly, all went silent as there was much nudging and nodding of heads, all eyes looked towards the doors where Brendon had entered, earring gone, still with his pony tail for now ,but his clothes! Just jeans and a checked shirt like most of the other guys working there. He looked older, but it was not the clothes, Siobhan saw his eyes, they were no longer twinkling merrily and his cheeky, flirty smile had gone.
At lunchtime, she and Brendon had often eaten together outside on the benches, but today he was not there and not in the weeks that followed. He was a changed man altogether, he had turned in his beloved motorbike for a car, had even stopped calling in at the Kickin' Donkey, the only thing he was having a problem changing was his hair, still the pony tail lingered, he couldn't bring himself to cut it, not yet at any rate.
One lunchtime Siobhan decided to take the plunge and walking over to Brendon she said feistily,
''Ah now then Brendon O' Leary, what in the name of all that's holy have I done to ye?! '' she demanded, fire in her blue eyes.
Brendon looked aghast.
''Why, me darlin' ye haven't done a thing to me!''
''So how come ye are avoiding me every lunchtime then ?!' And me havin' to eat the extra cake I bring for ye every day, I'll soon have hips as big as Mrs D's!''
At this, Brendon couldn't help laughing since Siobhan looked so stern.
''Ach, that 's better, so it is me lad''
''Well, I didn't think ye would be so happy to eat with a 50 year old man, when there are others here who would be more than happy to take that seat''
''What rubbish! Don't ye know by now dear boy that it's you that I want to be beside '' she looked at Brendon in a way that made him tingle all over again as she reached for his hand,
''And what about the chance fer a spin on that bike of yours?! Have been waiting all summer fer ye to ask me!''
Brendon laughed as he enjoyed the feel of her hand on his.
''I liked the other Brendon, quirky, cheeky but kind and sensitive too, I think ye should bring him back me darlin'-oh along with his bike !''
So on Friday night the Kickin' Donkey, full to the rafters, echoed with gasps when Brendon and Siobhan walked up to the bar hand in hand and watched as she planted a toe curling kiss upon his lips, hands running through his long ,dark hair and across his leather clad shoulders as she winked at Jim and Dermott cheekily, their mouths open like two cod fish, while outside, Brendon's motorbike gleamed in the moonlight.
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Date: 2022-09-05 06:51 am (UTC)