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Kirkland Brothers - Arthur, Alistair, Dylan, Seamus, and Peter

     "Wake up, ___!' Her shoulder shook, 'I want to play and hang out with you. Please, wake up!"

     ___ groaned, rolling over to escape the prodding and the shaking. She was much too tired to actually put up with anyone. She attempted to pull the covers over her head, but she could not. The person shaking her yanked the comforter away, jumping on top of her.

     "Peter,' a second voice called out, 'Get off the lass, she's tryna sleep. Can't ya see?"
     The bed stopped shaking, "Aw, but Alistair! I've been waiting all morning for ___ to wake up.' Peter replied, 'Seamus said I can wake her up if she was hungry! Pleaaaase help me get her out of bed."
     There was a quick sigh and ___ was heaved out of bed, "H-hey! What are you doing?!' she squealed, 'I'm trying to sleep, Alistair! Agh, help me Arthur!"
     "Sorry, lass, but Arthur's downstairs watching the telly."

     The Scotsman began to drag her toward the bedroom door, ignoring Peter's cheerful laughs. As she was being carried through the house, ___ noticed that she was no longer in Alfred's house. She assumed that she must have been taken home by another. ___ began to smack Alistair's back, wanting to be put down. He chuckled, causing her to vibrate on his shoulder. Without a warning, she was dumped onto a couch and right on top of Arthur's lap. The Brit freaked out slightly, looking down at the girl slightly.

     "A-ah, good morning, love,' he said, shyly, 'It's good to see you awake. Was Peter bothering you?"
     ___ sat up quickly, "Not really, he just decided to wake me up - which caused Alli to drag me out of bed,' she waved her hand, 'Said that Seamus wanted to feed me (I'm not really complaining, I'm starving). Speaking of...? Where is everyone else?"
     Arthur leaned back against the couch, "Hmm...well, Seamus is cooking, Dylan's out in the yard, and Alistair was cleaning, Peter was waiting for you to wake up, and Arthur - me, of course - has been sitting here for the past two hours while waiting for his love to wake up."

     She gently pushed Arthur's shoulder, causing him to chuckle ever so slightly. She sunk deeper into the couch, yawning at her long amount of sleep. Arthur sighed, turning the television off and turning to face the (h/c)-haired girl. She was staring right back, a small grin playing on the edge of her lips.

     "You're so cute, Arthur~' she chuckled, 'You and all your brothers are so adorable when it comes to being together. Right, Peter? Do you want to play now?"
     Another arrival entered the room, "Aye, why don't you play with me, ___?' Dylan called out, 'I think we can go get a drink or something if you wanted to. How 'bout it?"
     "She just got over being drunk, you idiot. Do you really think she'll want more alcohol?' Arthur snapped, 'If anything, she wants breakfast first, so why don't you check up on Seamus?"
     ___ shuffled her feet slightly, "I can't deny that I want to get another drink,' she admitted, 'But yeah, breakfast seems great. Can you get me some, Artie?"

     The Brit nodded, pushing himself from the comfortable couch and toward the kitchen. Dylan sank into the couch where his brother had disappeared, wrapping his arm around ___. He grinned, letting out a sigh as Peter went to turn the recently shut off television back on. She kicked her feet up onto Dylan's lap, smirking back at him. There was a loud bang and a shout that came from the kitchen, and soon Alistair was rushing into the living room, coughing. His usual cigarette was gripped between two fingers, but just by a look, she could tell it wasn't the fag that choked him.

     "Damn that Artie,' he coughed violently again, 'Tryna cook ya some food, lass, and he almost caught my hair on fire! Why didn't ya just ask Seamus or Dylan to cook, I swear they're better at it."
     ___ giggled darkly, "I just asked him to get me food, not make me food, I'd much rather someone else cook,' she stated, 'Now, where the hell is Seamus? Is that ass avoiding me?"
     "Naw, he's just hiding out...away from...you,' Alistair scratched his face, 'Yeah, that jackass is avoiding ya. Doesn't want to see ya as a drunk, he thinks ya are so innocent."

     She waved it off, shrugging Dylan's arm off. Standing, ___ made her way toward the kitchen to see Seamus once and for all (and to see if Arthur was still alive). She pushed open the door, staring inside. Arthur was coughing slightly at one of the tables while Seamus was spraying the stove with a fire extinguisher. The Irishman let out a disappointed sigh with his brother, spraying him in the back of the head with the thick foam.

     "As much as I hate you right now,' he began, 'I'm thankful that the oven caught fire. That damned thing needed to be replaced, but you're too cheap to do it."
     ___ ran forward, glomping the auburn-haired man from behind, "Why haven't you said a 'hello' to me, Seamus!' she laughed, 'I've been waiting to see you all morning, you jerk!"
     "Sorry, I've kinda been..."
     "Avoid me? Yeah, I know,' she replied, 'But I'm drunk no more, so no worries!"

     Two and a half hours later, the Kirklands and ___ were sitting on the porch, doing various items. Peter and her were discussing Japanese television shows (he always watches them). Alistair and Arthur, however, were bickering over the stupidest of things. It typically bounced between Arthur's cook, Alistair's smoking problem, Arthur's magical abilities, and Alistair's fantasies of the "Loch Ness monster". Of course, that was only the beginning of things and ideas. Soon, Seamus and Dylan were dragged in about their own selves. It did not make it better. ___ and Peter tried to tune them out, determined to not get involved.

     That is, until Peter was drawn in with his "fascination" and "obsession" in becoming a real country. The younger Kirkland began to argue over the fact that he should have been a real country instead of a left behind outlet. ___ merely sat on the steps, glaring out toward the garden. She was tired of all the bickering and nitpicking. Instead of staying behind, she decided to go for a walk, not wanting to listen closely.

     "And don't get me started on ___!' Arthur snapped, 'She's a sweet girl, and a few drinks isn't going going to change her, Seamus. So, stop acting like a wanker, and apologize for avoiding her all morning!"
     Seamus grunted at him, "Look here, Arthur. She may be a sweet, innocent girl, but drinking her problems away ain't gonna solve anything,' he hissed, 'She should not be drinking. Alistair and you are just rubbing off on her."
     "Knock-it-off, Seamus,' Alistair inhaled a puff of cigarette smoke, 'I did not do anything. If anyone's rubbed off on her, its definitely Dylan. He's almost always goin' out to bars and taking her with him."
     Dylan sneered, "Lookie here, Alistair, she's just my designated driver is all!"
     "Well, damn, Alistair! How is that not going to influence her?"

     She face-palmed, mad that she was being dragged into this.

     "You're just jealous she loves me more!" Arthur snapped almost five minutes later.
     "WHY WOULD I BE JEALOUS OF YOU, ARTIE?" Dylan shouted.
     "I know I'm extremely jealous,' Alistair shrugged, 'No use in denyin' it, she's a pretty lass."
     "She's my friend, stop it!" Peter bellowed.
     "You boys are giving me a headache, I think I'm going home." ___ jumped off the porch and dismissed herself.

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Kirkland Brothers - Arthur, Alistair, Dylan, Seamus, and Peter

     "Wake up, ___!' Her shoulder shook, 'I want to play and hang out with you. Please, wake up!"

     ___ groaned, rolling over to escape the prodding and the shaking. She was much too tired to actually put up with anyone. She attempted to pull the covers over her head, but she could not. The person shaking her yanked the comforter away, jumping on top of her.

     "Peter,' a second voice called out, 'Get off the lass, she's tryna sleep. Can't ya see?"
     The bed stopped shaking, "Aw, but Alistair! I've been waiting all morning for ___ to wake up.' Peter replied, 'Seamus said I can wake her up if she was hungry! Pleaaaase help me get her out of bed."
     There was a quick sigh and ___ was heaved out of bed, "H-hey! What are you doing?!' she squealed, 'I'm trying to sleep, Alistair! Agh, help me Arthur!"
     "Sorry, lass, but Arthur's downstairs watching the telly."

     The Scotsman began to drag her toward the bedroom door, ignoring Peter's cheerful laughs. As she was being carried through the house, ___ noticed that she was no longer in Alfred's house. She assumed that she must have been taken home by another. ___ began to smack Alistair's back, wanting to be put down. He chuckled, causing her to vibrate on his shoulder. Without a warning, she was dumped onto a couch and right on top of Arthur's lap. The Brit freaked out slightly, looking down at the girl slightly.

     "A-ah, good morning, love,' he said, shyly, 'It's good to see you awake. Was Peter bothering you?"
     ___ sat up quickly, "Not really, he just decided to wake me up - which caused Alli to drag me out of bed,' she waved her hand, 'Said that Seamus wanted to feed me (I'm not really complaining, I'm starving). Speaking of...? Where is everyone else?"
     Arthur leaned back against the couch, "Hmm...well, Seamus is cooking, Dylan's out in the yard, and Alistair was cleaning, Peter was waiting for you to wake up, and Arthur - me, of course - has been sitting here for the past two hours while waiting for his love to wake up."

     She gently pushed Arthur's shoulder, causing him to chuckle ever so slightly. She sunk deeper into the couch, yawning at her long amount of sleep. Arthur sighed, turning the television off and turning to face the (h/c)-haired girl. She was staring right back, a small grin playing on the edge of her lips.

     "You're so cute, Arthur~' she chuckled, 'You and all your brothers are so adorable when it comes to being together. Right, Peter? Do you want to play now?"
     Another arrival entered the room, "Aye, why don't you play with me, ___?' Dylan called out, 'I think we can go get a drink or something if you wanted to. How 'bout it?"
     "She just got over being drunk, you idiot. Do you really think she'll want more alcohol?' Arthur snapped, 'If anything, she wants breakfast first, so why don't you check up on Seamus?"
     ___ shuffled her feet slightly, "I can't deny that I want to get another drink,' she admitted, 'But yeah, breakfast seems great. Can you get me some, Artie?"

     The Brit nodded, pushing himself from the comfortable couch and toward the kitchen. Dylan sank into the couch where his brother had disappeared, wrapping his arm around ___. He grinned, letting out a sigh as Peter went to turn the recently shut off television back on. She kicked her feet up onto Dylan's lap, smirking back at him. There was a loud bang and a shout that came from the kitchen, and soon Alistair was rushing into the living room, coughing. His usual cigarette was gripped between two fingers, but just by a look, she could tell it wasn't the fag that choked him.

     "Damn that Artie,' he coughed violently again, 'Tryna cook ya some food, lass, and he almost caught my hair on fire! Why didn't ya just ask Seamus or Dylan to cook, I swear they're better at it."
     ___ giggled darkly, "I just asked him to get me food, not make me food, I'd much rather someone else cook,' she stated, 'Now, where the hell is Seamus? Is that ass avoiding me?"
     "Naw, he's just hiding out...away from...you,' Alistair scratched his face, 'Yeah, that jackass is avoiding ya. Doesn't want to see ya as a drunk, he thinks ya are so innocent."

     She waved it off, shrugging Dylan's arm off. Standing, ___ made her way toward the kitchen to see Seamus once and for all (and to see if Arthur was still alive). She pushed open the door, staring inside. Arthur was coughing slightly at one of the tables while Seamus was spraying the stove with a fire extinguisher. The Irishman let out a disappointed sigh with his brother, spraying him in the back of the head with the thick foam.

     "As much as I hate you right now,' he began, 'I'm thankful that the oven caught fire. That damned thing needed to be replaced, but you're too cheap to do it."
     ___ ran forward, glomping the auburn-haired man from behind, "Why haven't you said a 'hello' to me, Seamus!' she laughed, 'I've been waiting to see you all morning, you jerk!"
     "Sorry, I've kinda been..."
     "Avoid me? Yeah, I know,' she replied, 'But I'm drunk no more, so no worries!"

     Two and a half hours later, the Kirklands and ___ were sitting on the porch, doing various items. Peter and her were discussing Japanese television shows (he always watches them). Alistair and Arthur, however, were bickering over the stupidest of things. It typically bounced between Arthur's cook, Alistair's smoking problem, Arthur's magical abilities, and Alistair's fantasies of the "Loch Ness monster". Of course, that was only the beginning of things and ideas. Soon, Seamus and Dylan were dragged in about their own selves. It did not make it better. ___ and Peter tried to tune them out, determined to not get involved.

     That is, until Peter was drawn in with his "fascination" and "obsession" in becoming a real country. The younger Kirkland began to argue over the fact that he should have been a real country instead of a left behind outlet. ___ merely sat on the steps, glaring out toward the garden. She was tired of all the bickering and nitpicking. Instead of staying behind, she decided to go for a walk, not wanting to listen closely.

     "And don't get me started on ___!' Arthur snapped, 'She's a sweet girl, and a few drinks isn't going going to change her, Seamus. So, stop acting like a wanker, and apologize for avoiding her all morning!"
     Seamus grunted at him, "Look here, Arthur. She may be a sweet, innocent girl, but drinking her problems away ain't gonna solve anything,' he hissed, 'She should not be drinking. Alistair and you are just rubbing off on her."
     "Knock-it-off, Seamus,' Alistair inhaled a puff of cigarette smoke, 'I did not do anything. If anyone's rubbed off on her, its definitely Dylan. He's almost always goin' out to bars and taking her with him."
     Dylan sneered, "Lookie here, Alistair, she's just my designated driver is all!"
     "Well, damn, Alistair! How is that not going to influence her?"

     She face-palmed, mad that she was being dragged into this.

     "You're just jealous she loves me more!" Arthur snapped almost five minutes later.
     "WHY WOULD I BE JEALOUS OF YOU, ARTIE?" Dylan shouted.
     "I know I'm extremely jealous,' Alistair shrugged, 'No use in denyin' it, she's a pretty lass."
     "She's my friend, stop it!" Peter bellowed.
     "You boys are giving me a headache, I think I'm going home." ___ jumped off the porch and dismissed herself.

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