My mini-Mark (Markilpierxreader)

ch. 10 two more days

(Y/N) POV

I walk out of the store with Jack following me, "Slan abhaile!" Jack yells at Mickey before closing the door. I look at Jack like he has two heads. "Slan abhaile?" Mark asks, peeking his head out from under my hair.

Jack laughs, "it means safe home in Irish Gealic." He explains. I nod my head, "ohh" I say with a chuckle following. We walk back to my small store. I smile at myself, the whole way back. Mickey gave us some of the bottles for free, or he lowered the prize, he's such a nice guy.

If Mickey didn't give me this for free, I probably wouldn't be able to pay for it.

We arrive in front of my store again, so I unlock the door. Mark appears from under my hair as I walk into the store, locking the door behind me again. I walk to the back of the store and put a chair under the door handle, so that no one can come in.

Jack puts the four bottles on the table, "Let's party like pornstars" He cheers. Mark and I chuckle, "No, let's party like Irishmen" Mark says, laughing. I take the cap off the first bottle and put some alcohol in it for Mark to drink.

I take two glasses from the cupboard and fill them with the liquor. "that much?" He asks. I shrug my shoulders, "Why not? " I ask, with some chuckles following. Jack chuckles and takes the glass. He trows everything to the back, letting the liquor land in his throat.

I take a big sip too, letting the alcohol burn in my throat. Jack slams the empty glass on the counter, having a sour face. Mark and I chuckle at him, "How the fuck, Jack" I say. Jack chuckles at me, "Irish" He says with his shoulders up.

I laugh and shake my head while Jack fills his glass again. I drink my glass up too, and fill it again. I fill the cap of the bottle again, for Mark.

We empty one bottle and are really drunk. "Jeez, this stuff is getting me, man!" Jack says, drinking the last drops from the bottle. I giggle with my breath smelling like alcohol, "is it empty already?" I ask in my drunk voice.

Mark lays on his back on the table, laughing his ass off at Jack who is singing some Irish folk songs. I clap to make a beat and Jack sings the song as Mark dances in a really silly way.

Suddenly I hear loud banging on my front door of the store. Jack stops singing, I stop clapping and Mark stops dancing. I get up from my chair, walk to the front of the store and I see my neighbor standing there.

I want to unlock the door, which is hard for me. I can't concentrate on one thing, my key is above the keyhole, to the left...a little more to the right....no, that's not it....damn...a little more to the left and finally, I get the key where it needs to be.

I open the door, "howdy, partner!" I say in a cowboy-style voice, having an awesome mood. The man from next door doesn't look too happy. I lay my arm around his shoulder, "What's the matter, John?" I ask.

John pushes me away, "Can you keep it down? My wife, kids, I and probably the rest of the village are trying to sleep. It's midnight" John spits at me.

I put my hands up in surrender, "Calm down, buddy!" I say. I hear Jack coming behind me. "Ah, I knew it, the Irishman." John says. Jack and I cross our arms, "What do you mean by that?" I ask, hiccuping afterwards.

John has a blank expression on his face, "He causes all this noise." he says. Jack chuckles, as if saying, 'are you serious?'. Jack points at me, "She's drunk too, ya know!" He says, hiccuping too.

I nod, "Yeah! Yeah, that's right!" I say, almost falling from all the alcohol. John shakes his head, "(Y/N) never drinks this much. It's because of you why she is drunk like this. Irish people always drink too much, just like Mickey!" He explains.