Weirdly, tonight of all nights is the most normal I've had.
Eoin and the guys left at midnight. By five after, all the ol' ladies were in the common room, kids asleep in their beds, baby monitors in a line on the coffee table, watching Supernatural together with a blunt courtesy of Claddagh and glasses of whiskey. It's close to four in the morning, and we're still binging. I'm stoned off my ass, which keeps the anxiety at bay for now, but I didn't drink much. I'm a loopy drunk, so I prefer to smoke, especially when something serious is happening, like it is tonight.
Picking up my cell phone, I click the side and light up the screen, sighing. It would ding if he texted, but I can't stop myself from checking every fifteen minutes anyway. I really did think they'd be back long before
