DO THE RIVERDANCE LANGERED

[chelsea]

FOLLOW THE BEAT AND JUST GIVE US A JIG

knock back a few pints and drive home like the stig.
do the riverdance langered & you're drunk as a skunk.
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It was a glorious evening in New York City. Alright, it was a little chilly and it had been raining. But it didn't take away the joyful spirit. It was St Patrick's Day and today, plenty of people were out tonight enjoying the holiday! Hence the "Kiss Me, I'm Irish Today" shirt that Chelsea was wearing tonight, tucked into a black high waist pinafore-like skirt which had straps over her shoulders - she felt like she had to. Her daddy would be having a good time tonight in his bar with his loyal customers and friends: St Patrick's Day was the day that everyone was Irish on! There was no Irish in her that she knew of and if there was, it would be through her father's side of the family, who were Scottish. She supposed that if you were of the Catholic faith, then you had as much right to celebrate the saint as the Irish did because he was their patron saint. But she was not religious though her family would be labelled Catholic. Distant Catholics.

She was more like an agnostic atheist. Didn't deny anything or anyone of a higher power existed, but couldn't say she was a follower of a faith. Liked the idea of it though. But St Paddy's for Chelsea? WAS ALL ABOUT THE BOOZE. Well, that was the second reason that Chelsea was in NY. It was just as easy and fun to go out for the night in Los Angeles. The first reason was to see her buddies, as she knew quite a few people in NY (and surrounding states) some of them being Jules, Jasper and Elias. She would be coming back to New York again when Kate was going too, that way all the girls (Kate, Jules, Kat and Chelsea) could be together for once. Usually they spoke online because they either lived apart or were working in different locations. The downside of being an actress, you often went away to film in different parts of the country - or to an entirely different country altogether! As a make-up artist and hair stylist, she generally stayed put.

But as the cast and crew of the show she worked on had this week off, she seized the opportunity and got herself a plane ticket. And arrived in the early hours of the morning of this day! She just napped earlier and was wide awake and full of energy. They were all going out. Nothing major or glitzy, I mean the girl had a tee shirt on! Just going to bars and clubs, whatever really. She had a small bag on a long chain across her body and a pair of plain black heels. Because of the Irish festivities she wore a green velvet top hat (and would proceed to tip it at people while saying “top o' the evening to ya!” in an Irish accent) and a pair of satin gloves with a bow on. Just because she should. Her hair was pinned up in a quiff inside the hat and a long chain hung down over her breasts, with a black cross on the end. The girls, Chelsea and Jules, had started their evening in a local bar but moved on to another, the one they were currently in now. It was full of plenty of other people in various shades of green.

And actual Irish people! It was an Irish bar, and the traditional music was bellowing loudly, but it wasn't annoying. It was making everyone want to dance with it's bodhrán drums, penny whistles, flutes, fiddles, pipes, spoons and more! She enjoyed it, it reminded her of the traditional Scottish music, though that sometimes seemed more fierce and brutal whereas Irish music was much more whimsical and free-spirited. Everyone was in a really good mood. Strangers were coming together and having a laugh, enjoying the day. And that including her as her tee shirt invited plenty of strangers to give her a cheeky kiss, be it to her cheek or a peck on the lips. "Two beers!" Chels shouted over the music because the speaker was right by the bar as she ordered drinks. She had them in hand, drawn out in pint glasses rather than bottles: just the way she liked it, with the froth of top. Made the girl eager for a Guinness moustache! "Here you are, babe." she said affectionately to her petite buddy Jules.

She had one sole purpose tonight and one only. Get Jules and herself completely, totally and utterly smashed!

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TAG: JULIETTE MOORE-ROSS. SETTING: ST PAT'S DAY IN NYC. OUTFIT: HERE. CREDITS: LYRICS. 199E4D

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[dayna]

IT'S THE LUCK OF THE IRISH.
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TAG: laura/chels! WORDS: idk. enough. OUTFIT: GREEN?!
NOTES: oh snapz i finally replied. go me.
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despite the innocence of juliette moore-ross, she never turned down an opportunity to go drinking alcohol with a buddy. even though she was just twenty-one ears of age, she had been drinking way before that. yes, she had been one of those teenagers that went to parties on friday nights after school and let loose. she felt that she had a right to do such a thing, she had put a lot of stress on herself when she was in school. she took the lead in almost all of the schools musicals and other theatre productions, on top of that she tried to keep on top of her school work. sometimes it was hard for her to control her drinking. holidays were only an excuse to get wasted. halloween, easter, new years, st. patricks, especially st. patricks day.

she was super excited that chelsea was in town. chelsea was a girl she had met in the world of acting on the set of one of her indie films. it really was a shame that they lived so far a part from each other. but jules knew that she would have to travel to LA eventually to promote her new movie and attend premiere's with the rest of her cast mates. but tonight she was in NY with one of her friends that she could never dislike. they were both decked out in their green outfits to celebrate the holiday of the irish people. jules was no where near irish. she was a french-canadian, that was fluent in both french and americanized english. no irish. and she was not claiming to be of the decent either! her shirt simply said 'irish i were lucky' not the usually kiss me i'm irish! chelsea's was fine, since it implied that she was not of the decent either. the shirt was mens, but she had bought an extra small so it would not hang on her. she paired it with some studded white ripped skinny jeans and a faux leather jacket, with green converse of course, and some fake glasses. you know, the ones all the hipsters wear nowadays. jules just though they fit.

they were bar hopping for the evening, one of her favorite activies. and she was loving the authenic irish bar they were currently at. a grin appeared on her face as chelsea handed her, her very own mug of beer. bottles were so overrated, as well as those cheap red plastic cups. "thank you darling!" she told her tattooed friend. "cheers!" she announced, clinking her beer mug against chelsea's. instead of taking a small sip of the beer like anybody would expect of somebody her size, she chugged about half of it right where she stood. yeah, jules was hard core. she would have chugged the entire mug if she knew that she would not drown herself. thank god she did not have any filming to do the next morning. she would go through several beers tonight no doubt.

her eyes wandered around the pub, checking out the place. she enjoyed the music more than she thought she would, and the rest of the crowd was surely enjoying it. "st. patrick's day is the best, chels. i wish i knew how to do a little irish jig." and with that she looked down at her green shoes. she knew ballet and she even knew how to salsa, but she had never once had to learn any type of irish or even scottish dance. "maybe we can find somebody to teach us!" jules suggested, wide eyed with excitement. by now she had polished off the rest of her mug. "but i'm going to need some more beer first..." she turned back around towards the bar, and the nice gentleman refilled her mug.

[chelsea]

Chelsea couldn't wait to come back to New York near the end of April with Kat and Kate both there too. It would be a way better foursome in the city of New York than the gals of Sex and the City. It was amazing that such a diverse set of girls could be such good friends. Though they weren't all bestbest friends, a few girls were close than the others and Chelsea couldn't help but feel like the odd one out sometimes. But being the oddball was kind of the story of her life so it didn't bother her much, the girls accepted Chelsea and loved her for who she was. You couldn't ask for more! It didn't even bother her that they were famous actresses, it would bother her if they were divas but they were all down to earth girls, who didn't act like they were better than anyone else, they just acted like all the other mere mortals.

Her glass knocked gently into Jule's and like her wee friend, Chels knocked back a decent amount. "Cheers, m'little faux-Colleen!" Chelsea cooed in her best Irish accent, referring to Jules as a fake-Irish girl. Which was surprisingly hard for the Scot. Her Scottish accent barely made an impact in her every day speech anymore, though some people spotted something different about it immediately and asked if she was European, they couldn't define where she sounded like she came from but they knew it wasn't America. There were times you could really hear it, particularly if she was hyped up - be it excited or talking fast, or really angry. If she put on the accent it sounded spot on, a perfectly legit sounding Scottish voice. And if she was around family (or fellow Scots) her American accent would start to remould itself into some kind of hybrid of the two, sounding very similar to what she did when she moved to the United States at the age of six and started to sound more like the kids in her school every day until one day, she generally sounded like she was from the US.

And they say that Irish are the best drinkers. Well Jules the French-Canadian and Chelsea the Scot were out to prove those Irish bitches WRONG. Or get totally wasted trying, anyway. She laughed as she heard Juliette suggest they find someone to teach them Irish dancing. It always looked easy but it was probably really tough work. "Fuck it, we can make it up as we go along!" Chelsea suggested, vividly remembering the way the dancers of Michael Flatley's riverdancing troupe did it. It used to make her laugh to see Irish dancers, their legs so alive while they kept their arms rigid and they looked so serious. But she would always admire their beautiful dresses and their insanely curled hair. "It won't matter, we'll all be pissed anyway." she added, which was a fair point really! They should just be happy to be able to stay upright and on their feet at that point when they decided it was time to drunk Irish dance. And at the rate they were going, they probably would be very drunk. She didn't knock the rest of hers back, holding the pint glass in her hand as she climbed up onto the stool, her heels hooking over the bar on the bottom of the stool.

"Though I wouldn't say no to that lot giving us a lesson..." she grinned, gesturing towards a pack of good looking lads who were also in the bar tonight and gave a very cheeky giggle, a smile smacked across her face, dimples marking out her devilish grin. "That's the spirit!" Chelsea said cheerfully as Jules got herself another pint. Watch Chelsea end up carrying Jules home or something, the gal was so small and skinny that the booze was gonna go right to her head at this rate!

[dayna]

IT'S THE LUCK OF THE IRISH.
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TAG: laura/chels! WORDS: idk. enough. OUTFIT: GREEN?!
NOTES: i just tried to be efficient this time and post quickly.
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the only two of the four girls that looked like they actually would be friends were kate and jules, and that was only because they were both indie actresses, and they looked someone alike with their height and weight and all. but jules had grown up to accept everybody. her mother was a tattoo artist, and twenty some odd years ago tattoos were not all that popular, especially when they covered your arms entirely. even then she had gotten into acting in school, which meant that the gay kids with frockling around as well. on top of all of that elias walker was her cousin, which brought along his long time best friend jasper sylvain. jules had no room to judge people, because people judged her family all of the time. jules assumed she got along well with chelsea because people with tattoos made her feel comfortable. she saw tattoos as a vulnerability, since in most cases tattoos were symbol of something that had happened in somebodies life. sometimes they were just for decoration, but jules had been taught they were meant something more. and if it would not jeopardize her career, she would be tatted up all over.

chelsea was doing pretty great with her scottish accent, even though they were in an irish pub. yeah, she was impressed. jules would have tried to pull of an irish accent, but she would only fail miserably. the only accent should could do was a french one, and this was far from a french holiday. the irish had moved to america way back when to find jobs and such, so it was perfectly fine to just stick to an american girl voice, right? "maybe our jig will look better once we're hammered!" everything looked better hammered. that's why people got themselves caught up in one night stands and live single with their child trying to get child support that will never come. sad life right there. it was a good thing jules was not to keen on sex or else she would be in big trouble with all the times she goes out.

she turned her head to look over at the group of boys chelsea was noticing. they were good-looking for sure. that was another thing, jules wasn't to keen on flirting either. but maybe after another beer she would be a little more up to doing things she wasn't used to. when she got her second beer she was not able to throw back as much as she had with the first one, maybe a third this time, which was still close to a half. at least it wasn't hard liquor. "i wonder if they do like, irish square dancing." where everybody just lined up in the pub and did a little irish jig simultaniously. "i can be a pretty great cowgirl...why would that not translate over into an irish lass?" she hopped onto the stool next to chelsea and leaned her back against the bar. she sipped on her pint for a little bit.

"we always have the option to dance like white girls." in the middle of an irish pub. do a little of the shopping cart, or maybe drop it low like a white girl would. pop lock and drop it. "what doya say?" she asked chelsea, hopeful, setting her pint on the bar top.

[chelsea]

Who knew what dance they would be doing. Chelsea was pretty sure that any dance she did under the influence of alcohol, there would be no name! But it would probably be amusing to watch. It was at that point of the evening that things could either go good or bad. But most times be it good or bad, it would be amusing/embarrassing. It was just the way Chelsea was, she lost inhibitions (if she had any to start with that is) and completely let loose. She'd used to get approached by police a lot just asking her to be quiet and make her way home rather than being noisy as she walked down the streets with friends, pigging back riding or climbing over benches. There were times when something would happen and everything would move very quickly and she'd end up fighting. But she hoped that the drink didn't get the better of her tonight in a bad way, she hated ruining it for everyone else (though some of her friends loved it). She was just a very bubbly and loud person, who could get a bit overly-excited! Dancing on tables, lifting up her shirt, having drinking competitions, doing body shots.

For some reason, she had a mental image of people dressed like Leprechauns doing line dancing the way people did wearing their Stetson hats. "If they don't Jules, you may have just made up an entirely new dance!" she said, trying to not shout into her friend's ear but the music was flowing heavily around the bar. "You'll have to channel your inner Irish and inner cowgirl and get on it, girl!" she added with a hefty hint of encouragement to see this hybrid of Irish step dancing and Western square dancing. The second choice of dancing sounded much more like Jules and Chelsea. "Oh man, that sounds too tempting. So hard to resist..." Chels said in a fake pained voice. A bit of booty popping and hip rolling. Doing a dance of cardboard boxes and fish, the sprinkler, washing the windows and mowing the law. She may also have to Axel Rose on these bitches, though she'd wait out for any Guns N' Roses song to play! Hopefully, she didn't start dancing like there ought to be a pole erected for her nearby to swing around. She had been taking lessons! Though that was more for fitness, it wasn't like she was planning to be a pole dancer any time soon.

Chelsea didn't need asking, she began finishing off her beer as soon as Jules suggested getting off these seats and onto the floor! "Let's do it!" she said enthusiastically, though she had trouble dismounting from the stool with her heel stuck at an awkward angle, having to take her foot out of it before getting off the chair and slipping it back on. Fucking high heels. As she turned to put her now-empty glasses down, she reached to the bar to pick up her little black quilted hand-bag that was being worn across her body so she could keep an eye on it having got a purse stolen the last time she visited New York, thankfully it was just a coinage purse. Chelsea made sure that her lovely green tophat was securely on her head as she waited for Jules to join her so they could head towards the little area of the bar that was designated for dancing which was occupied with quite a few happy customers already! With her tophat and cute little gloves, she looked like she was more likely to bust out tap-dancing rather than Irish dancing or anything else, she even gave some jazz hand motions as she tipped her hat to her fellow drunkards who sat at the bar, cheering at those getting up to boogie.