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Guinness and Bushmills
by RandyPan (randypanthegoatboy@gmail.com)

***

What if Alicia Witt and Saoirse Ronan ran a bar in 
Ireland? (FF, oral, rom, celeb-parody)

***

Author's Note: For the sake of not every celebrity story 
of mine involving Hollywood and film-making, the 
actresses in this are basically themselves if they 
weren't actresses.

***

In the heart of Dublin, a young Irish woman named 
Saoirse tended an almost empty bar. Saoirse recently 
inherited this pub from a dead relative she never even 
met. The place wasn't doing so great when she got it, 
and now, with just her working there, it was failing.

Her only patron of the night was Alicia, an older, 
ginger-haired Irish-American from Boston. Alicia was 
between jobs, but certainly wasn't hurting for money, so 
she decided to take a trip to the old country.

"Slow night?"

"Yeh. Worse than you think; I may have to close this 
place soon."

"Really? Nice place like this?"

"Well, part of the problem is I can't get any help. Any 
relatives I do have are wanting to distance themselves 
from that old Irish stereotype, so I'm not getting any 
assistance from them."

"You mean the one about all Irish people being 
drunkards?"

"Yeah, that one."

"Speaking of which, another Guinness?"

"Yeh, alright." Saoirse stuck a new glass under the tap 
and pulled the handle that said 'Guinness'.

"You know what Patton Oswalt said about the Guinness in 
Ireland? He describes it as 'a cupcake and handjob 
smoothie'."

Saoirse chuckled. "Yeh, I heard that."

Alicia took the beer, and took a sip. "Damn, that's 
good." She whispered to herself. Then, aloud to Saoirse, 
"So, supposing you had even one person helping out, you 
think you might be able to keep this place afloat?"

"Mmm, I guess so?" Saoirse looked deep in thought as she 
said this. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, I lost my job recently, and since I've been over 
here, I've been thinking I might want to move here 
permanently."

"What, seriously? You wanna help me keep this place 
running? You don't even know me."

"I already know you're nicer than anyone else I've ever 
worked for. Also, I like your accent." Alicia took a 
swig of her beer.

Saoirse smirked, then offered her hand. "Saoirse."

"Alicia." They shook hands.

As it turned out, Alicia's help made a huge difference. 
Over the months that followed, customers did find their 
way to the place. It got to the point where, on Fridays 
and Saturdays, the place would be almost packed.

It would be on one of these Saturdays that a key 
incident in the two's relationship would take place.

Alicia was waiting tables that night. These two 
seriously shit-faced American tourists were sitting on 
the end of the bar, and, as Alicia was passing, one of 
them grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap, causing 
her to drop her tray, shattering the two mugs that were 
on it. Alicia elbowed the guy in the ribs, causing him 
to drop her, and yell, "Fucking bitch!"

Before the situation could escalate, Saoirse pulled a 
baseball bat from behind the bar, and prodded the first 
guy in the back.

"Both of ye, out now!"

"Hey, lighten up, just having some fu—" The guy was cut 
off by Saoirse hitting him in the jaw with the bat. As 
he was spitting up teeth, she pointed the bat at the 
other guy, who looked like he was shitting himself.

"You! Clean that shit up, and then both of you get the 
fuck out!"

To Alicia's surprise, the guy actually cleaned up the 
glass, with a 'Please don't hurt me' look on his face 
the whole time.

Saoirse then went out and helped Alicia up. "You 
alright?"

"Yeah, I'm-I'm good." Alicia seemed more stunned at what 
she'd just witnessed than anything.

A few months later, the two were sitting on either side 
of the bar after closing, sharing a bottle of Bushmills.

"D'ye realize you've been here nearly a year?"

"Really? Wow. Can't believe it's been that long." She 
took a shot, then passed the bottle to Saoirse.

Saoirse poured herself a shot, while she talked. 
"Anyway, I really want to thank you for all ye've done. 
I mean, you've been just amazing." She drank the shot.

"You've been pretty awesome yourself. The way you 
handled those two tourists that one time? Never seen 
anything like it."

"Yeah, well, you fuck with my friends, I'm gonna tear 
you a new arsehole, that's just how it is."

Sometime later, the two drunkenly shuffled upstairs, to 
the apartment over the bar, where the two of them lived.

"Well, see you in the morning."

"Alicia, wait."

"Hm?"

"I, uh, was just thinking, ye know, if you want to, you 
can sleep in the bed with me tonight, rather than on 
that old couch."

Alicia looked in Saoirse's eyes, and instantly knew what 
she was really thinking. "Oh, my love." Closing her 
eyes, Alicia leaned in. Saoirse did the same, and their 
lips met. Alicia had secretly wanted to do this since 
the tourist incident, but realized it might not be 
appropriate. Saoirse also discovered that night what she 
felt for Alicia, when she realized how angry she was, 
seeing that guy basically assault her.

Their lips moved together, as they embraced, rubbing 
their hands all over each other. Holding the lip-lock, 
they moved awkwardly toward Saoirse's bed. On reaching 
it, Saoirse fell back clumsily on it. Alicia, still 
standing, chuckled, and immediately took her shirt off, 
followed by her bra, and Saoirse followed suit. Alicia 
then took off her jeans, and then crawled on top of 
Saoirse, and they continued to kiss.

Soon, Alicia started to move down, kissing down 
Saoirse's neck, then her chest, which rose and sank as 
she breathed. Moving further down, Alicia sucked on 
Saoirse's hard, pink nipples, causing her to moan. She 
moved further down, kissing down Saoirse's stomach. 
Kissing around her navel, Alicia took off Saoirse's 
skirt, then pulled off her tights. Moving back down, 
Alicia pulled the crotch of Saoirse's panties aside.

Upon feeling Alicia's tongue in her snatch, Saoirse 
gasped, making a high-pitched squeak, and her brow 
creased. "Oh, Jesus!" she whispered. Saoirse writhed and 
squirmed as Alicia probed her sopping pussy with her 
tongue, and rubbed her clit slowly with her thumb. "Oh, 
God! O…Oh!" After a few minutes, Saoirse finally came, 
squeaking "Fuck!"

Saoirse was shaking and breathing rapidly as Alicia 
kissed her way back up. The two again locked lips, 
practically sucking the air out of each other. Alicia 
then smiled at Saoirse, and whispered, "I love you." 
They again embraced and kissed, and fell asleep in each 
other's arms.

END

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