pick yourself up */ rylie

[danny]

Running his hands through his hair for what had to be the billionth time that night, Danny couldn't put it off any longer. His breath gave away where he had been, and so there was no point lying. He was already struggling with money and maybe burning it at a bar wasn't the best idea ever, but to be honest, he needed a drink. Recently he'd felt like everything had been falling apart and he didn't want to lose what he had. He liked the comfort of having someone to go back to, but he couldn't help but wonder sometimes if she was the one that he was meant to be going home to see. It was a hard choice, when he'd been with Rylie for so long, and Danny didn't do well with hard choices sometimes. He loved her, sure. He really loved her. One day he hoped he would marry her, but that was a big decision, one better left for the future, if they had one. Marrying her wouldn't sort out all the little petty arguments that they were having. It wouldn't make everything perfect again. He was committed, however, to trying to fix them. He just couldn't try and figure out a way to do so when he was in the house with her.

He'd also felt pathetic recently because of his lack of work. If his ma' back in Ireland heard that he wasn't supporting his girl properly, she'd be having words. He was failing Rylie by not being able to hold up a job, and benefits weren't the best way to live, but it was all he could get at the moment. He was looking for anyone who would take him, but his last employer wouldn't be that keen to give him a good reference after the blazing row that he had with him in the middle of the kitchen. In fairness, he was ashamed to say that he knew he would refuse to give a good reference if it was the other way around, so he couldn't blame the guy. The only person he could blame really was himself. He wished there was someone else, and sometimes he was sure he made Rylie feel like it was all her fault too, though he didn't mean to. He would play on the fact that it was her who wanted to move here in the first place. Life was hard enough bad home, when it came to getting a job. But there, they knew people who would hire him. Here, they were practically alone in the jungle. He didn't like the feeling of being alone. And yet, here he was, still sat on the barstool.

Danny slipped his jacket over his shoulders and slid off the bar stool, straightening his clothes. He took the long walk back to the apartment, sighing and pulling his coat closer as a chilly wind was biting at his freshly shaved neck. The least he could do was not look like a tramp. His feet hit the steps of his building, heavy each one he took, and the key in the door made a familiar sound as he slipped inside the place that he was supposed to call home. Ireland was his home, always would be. "Rylie? I'm back"

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[riley]

when it came to dealing with her problems, riley had never been the type of girl to hold back what she felt; whatever came to her mind was said, and usually with a vengeance. this characteristic, along with many others, could be blamed on her harsh irish upbringing, but it didn't excuse her lack of control. she knew she should have been more respectful, especially when it came to dealing with daniel, but there was something about their disagreements that made her lose her sanity, if only for a moment.

of course, it's wasn't the change of scenery that had caused all the fights - they'd fought just as much back home in ireland - but riley couldn't deny the fact that she'd hoped to leave all their problems behind them. that, of course, wasn't a realistic dream, and life carried on as usual despite the change of zip code. however, there were days riley thought the stress of being in a new country added to the stress on their relationship, and maybe it was true. they'd been in buffalo for a year, and they were still trying to make a stable living.

shaking the thoughts from her head, riley reached for her steaming cup of tea. slim fingers wrapped around the base of the mug, riley stared at the contents. to another, she may have looked deep in thought, but she was simply admiring the way the cream mixed with the drink; it was the little things, like making tea after a long day and snuggling up in her wool sweaters, that reminded her of home. she would have been lying if she'd said she didn't miss it, but she knew it was too late to turn back.

with a sigh, she shuffled back to the small living room in her fluffy slippers, eyes focused on her mug in an attempt to keep the tea from spilling over onto the rug. almost.. there.. she muttered to herself, just as the door to the apartment swung open and daniel wandered in. with a sharp intake of breath, riley watched as the steaming liquid spilled over the edge and onto her hand. fucking hell! she cried, pulling the burnt had away and shaking it in front of her. don't scare me like that!

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[danny]

Daniel missed Ireland, he wouldn't lie. He missed the large stretches of land where he could take the family dog out and walk around on for hours, admiring how beautiful the place was. He especially missed the huge parks that they had, that were always filled with a rainbow of colours. Winter in Ireland was just as lovely though when the blanket of white snow covered everything and gave the place a cosy blanket, or a blank canvas. The best was when the ice started to melt, and hints of colour could be seen breaking through in random places in the snow, just giving the hint of colour. He liked that, like the flowers were fighting to be seen. Kind of like him, in the job world. Ah, here he was again, back to his unemployment. Everything seemed to lead back to that now. Even some of the little arguments that he and Riley had lead back to it, which made him even more mad which caused bigger arguments.

He hated arguing with her, she was his girl and he loved everything being perfect, but life wasn't perfect. Sometimes to him it felt like life would never be perfect for them again. He'd hoped, naively, that moving would solve all their problems, let them start again, but a change of address didn't mean a change of history now, did it? It certainly didn't make Riley forget about the abortion, and it didn't help him get a decent job that he could hold down either. Damn this place for turning him into even more of a train wreck. He couldn't find work, so he had very little money and so he drank to drown his sorrows, which led to less money which led to more strain on finding work which led to more disappointment when he couldn't, which led to more drinking and even less money and more problems and in the end it was a horrible circle. He wished that life would just give him a chance this once. He'd called in for an interview today, but the boss man didn't seem very impressed, so Danny didn't think he'd be getting a call from them anytime soon.

There was nothing worse than seeing no one wanted you, and then going home and getting the feeling that the girl you loved only wanted to argue with you. Nowadays she just could press his buttons so easily, that they argued more than ever. "Oh don't you start will you? Just run your hand under the cold tap, it won't hurt then. Everyone with a brain knows tha'"

[/color] Danny said as if she was being stupid, rolling his eyes and taking the tea from her hand. "Well go on, what're you waiting for, eh?"[/color] Danny spoke, his Irish accent still as prominent now as the day that they'd left Ireland. He knew that for the sake of everything they'd had, he should try not to rise to it, but he wasn't in the mood. He felt like she was blaming him for everything. "Can a man not come into his own home now without getting yelled at as soon as he's through the door?"[/color] He asked, shaking his head and slumping down on the sofa and reaching for the remote.
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[riley]

while daniel drank his sorrows, riley had a tendency to smoke hers away. though it wasn't often, riley had a bad habit for chain smoking when she was under stress. she was more than aware of the effects it had on her, but when she was in the moment, she didn't care - she just needed something that would take the edge off the hurt she was feeling. though she made it seem that way, the hurt wasn't all daniel's fault, most of it was her own doing. but like everyone else, riley had a hard time owning up to her own mistakes. instead, she preferred to blame them on everyone around her.

eyes narrowing, riley stood and stared at him, blowing gently on her hand as he made his way towards her. so, i don't have a brain? must be fun dating an idiot, eh? turning on her heel, she stormed off towards the kitchen, turning the tap on with excessive force. with a deep breath, she gently stuck her hand under the cold water, wincing slightly as it made contact with the burnt skin. turning slightly, she glared at him from her spot at the sink. maybe if you came home earlier, without the smell of alcohol on your lips, i'd be more inclined to welcome you with a hug and a kiss.

with a heavy sigh, riley waited patiently until her hand had gone numb. great.. she murmured, flexing her fingers once she'd pulled them out from under the tap. towel drying it quickly, she turned and leaned against the edge of the counter, trying as hard as she could to calm herself despite the obvious anger that was bubbling up inside her. don't drink my tea, she added, words clipped and curt. if you want some, come get it yourself.

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