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Jan. 11th, 2018 08:17 pmHe's not supposed to smoke around pregnant women, Mad Sweeney knows that, but in his defense, he was here first.
Technically he supposes it's meant to be a family skating rink, but he's sitting far enough away that he's not bothering any of the young parents or their even younger offspring. Every last one of them look like they've stepped off the pages of one of those bullshit parenting magazines -- even a leprechaun gets stuck in a boring waiting room or two in his life and sometimes that's all there is to read -- all of them rosy cheeked from the cold and smiling happily as little kids fall on their asses on the ice and even littler ones just drag themselves around, unable to skate.
He doesn't know why he's here. His luck goes sour in a place like this and he ends up taking a bunch of cute little rugrats with him, which is pretty shitty even by his standards.
Maybe there's something sort of nice in their warmth, not that he'd ever admit it, but he's here anyway, sitting a distance away, smoking cigarette after cigarette and watching the pregnant woman who's gotten too fucking close for his liking. She's not really paying attention to him, but even so, she keeps this up and her kid is going to end up with a third eye in the middle of its forehead.
"Not worried I'm poisoning your fetus, then?" he asks from where he's sitting, blowing out another lungful of smoke.
Technically he supposes it's meant to be a family skating rink, but he's sitting far enough away that he's not bothering any of the young parents or their even younger offspring. Every last one of them look like they've stepped off the pages of one of those bullshit parenting magazines -- even a leprechaun gets stuck in a boring waiting room or two in his life and sometimes that's all there is to read -- all of them rosy cheeked from the cold and smiling happily as little kids fall on their asses on the ice and even littler ones just drag themselves around, unable to skate.
He doesn't know why he's here. His luck goes sour in a place like this and he ends up taking a bunch of cute little rugrats with him, which is pretty shitty even by his standards.
Maybe there's something sort of nice in their warmth, not that he'd ever admit it, but he's here anyway, sitting a distance away, smoking cigarette after cigarette and watching the pregnant woman who's gotten too fucking close for his liking. She's not really paying attention to him, but even so, she keeps this up and her kid is going to end up with a third eye in the middle of its forehead.
"Not worried I'm poisoning your fetus, then?" he asks from where he's sitting, blowing out another lungful of smoke.
