"It's not the drinking, it's the party, my I remind you." Ealadha corrected, waving an arm at Effy. He stood quietly, waiting for the kettle to boil. Yes, they had a coffee machine, but Ealadha liked his coffee to be made the British way. He dropped back into one of the kitchen high-chairs and yawned again whilst waiting for his coffee. He took out his phone from his trouser pocket and let a wide smile rise on his face. The background held a picture of his girlfriend, Abbigail, with her friends and two of his friends all squeezing into a telephone box.
"When are we going back to Ireland?" He asked, turning around to look at each of them. Last time he'd asked, he'd had a pillow thrown at his head. E practically always asked when they were returning back to his homeland again. He may drink at practically any club he liked the look of but he wasn't unfaithful to Abbigail. He'd never cheat on her, even if he was so drunk he couldn't even think straight.
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