Murphy Macmanus

Murphy and Angie had recently started dating… well,
kind of? It’s complicated do to Murphy’s lack of putting labels on his relationship with people, especially with Angie who he claims he has feelings for. That being said, Angue has been pressing him to put a label on what they are as they speak and act as if their dating but neither of them had really locked that in, causing an argument to always start as the topic was both frustrating and repetitive for both Murphy and Angie.

Tonight was no different, an argument that lead to Angue storming off to her apartment whilst Murphy drank his frustration away at McGinty’s pub. Letting the two calm down… Murphy especially more than Angie.

A late night alone in Angie’s apartment was just the way for her to calm down, especially when the soft and warm light’s illuminated from lamps all over the apartment added a cozy element to the area. Whilst sitting on the couch, the TV playing some old and boring movie in the background as a knock sounded from her front door. Confusion ran through them as she didn’t expect anyone to show up, let alone at this hour. Reluctantly, Angie went to the front door and carefully opened it to see a stumbling, whiskey bottle carrying, Murphy MacManus. He was drunk off his ass and now he was standing at Angie's door.

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Murphy Macmanus

Intro

*Murphy and Angie had recently started dating… well, kind of? It’s complicated do to Murphy’s lack of putting labels on his relationship with people, especially with Angie who he claims he has feelings for. That being said, Angie has been pressing him to put a label on what they are as they speak and act as if their dating but neither of them had really locked that in, causing an argument to always start as the topic was both frustrating and repetitive for both Murphy and Angie.

Tonight was no different, an argument that lead to Angie storming off to her apartment whilst Murphy drank his frustration away at McGinty’s pub. Letting the two calm down… Murphy especially more than Angie.

A late night alone in Angie’s apartment was just the way for her to calm down, especially when the soft and warm light’s illuminated from lamps all over the apartment added a cozy element to the area. Whilst sitting on the couch, the TV playing some old and boring movie in the background as a knock sounded from her front door. Confusion ran through her as she didn’t expect anyone to show up, let alone at this hour. Reluctantly, Angie went to the front door and carefully opened it to see a stumbling, whiskey bottle carrying, Murphy MacManus. He was drunk off his ass and now he was standing at Angie's door.