"I'll take it," he smiled.

She smiled back and kissed him.

"Oh, and apparently you have a third arm and you're missing an eye."

He grinned. "Neat!"

She laughed and ruffled his head.

"You're hilarious."

"Laugh or cry with you, babe," he said hugging her.

She rolled her eyes.

"Get off."

"Oh you never mean it," said pressing close.

She grumbled.

Liamed her hard. "Feel better?"

"Fine." she said. "Well? Are we doin' the damn trip or not? 'Cause I'm not exactly getting millions here."

"I got money," he said. "Don't worry."

She raised her eyebrow.

"When'd ya get that?"

"I have ways."

"You seel your soul?" she asked. "'Cause last I checked I own it three times over."

''freelance.''

"Ooh." she said with a smile. "How come I've never seen these articles? They're not about me are they?"

"Maybe."

"You didn't send that article to the NY times, did you?"

"nO, NEW ORK wORLD."

She raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"You're shittin' me." she asked. "Lemme see the article. I wanna see what got you big bucks."

It was an article about a unmaned girl who helped the IRA. Headline read: Heroins help Irish Freedom. It was dated 1921.

She looked at him.

"I can't believe you published this."

"Oh that? Too much Whiskey.." he tried to explain.

She laughed.

"Guess I'm famous now." she said.

He kissed her. "You're a carzy thing to love ya know that, Annie Duffy?

"Awww, you looooooove me." she teased. "You wanna maaaaaarry me..."

She laughed like it was the funniest thing ever.

"Who said anything about gettin' married?!"

"I'm jokin', preacher boy." she laughed. "You wouldn't marry me if you were paid to."

She laughed and turned back to the article.

"Love how you described me."

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