darker_london | Cow the Oven Mitt (Deirdre, Flynn)

After spending nearly an entire day helping your boyfriend pack up everything he owned, it tended to make one slightly morose, even if said boyfriend was only moving a few minutes walk away and you were likely to see them all the time. Flynn agreed that it was probably a good idea for Quinn to have his own space. It still made him sad. He loved Quinn in his space. And so Flynn went to see Deirdre, someone he knew would always help him when he needed it.

"Hey!" Deirdre grinned as she opened the door, and immediately she pulled Flynn into a bouncing hug. "How are you, Flynnyface?"

"I'm alright. Yourself?"

"I'm baking a cake!" Deirdre announced in a terribly loud and all too excited voice, but Flynn was a hard man to annoy. He simply found Deirdre's more trying habits quite charming. "Would you like some once it is in it's finished and masterpieceish state?"

"Would I ever?!" Flynn replied, sounding perhaps a little too excited then himself. But he hadn't been in a position to have cake for a lot of his life. They didn't exactly serve it to street kids on the street corners. And then Flynn cleared his throat so he could not think about what was served on street corners. "I mean that'd be cool. So I'm not interrupting?"

"Not at all. With you, never! Well unless I'm engaging in illicit affairs."

"Yeah, that's really okay with me." Flynn said quickly and then he took a seat at her kitchen table. When one visited Deirdre they usually spent the bulk of their time in her kitchen as she was usually cooking or baking or basting or dicing something. But the rewards for sitting in her kitchen while she dashed about frantically were always great and Flynn's stomach rumbled in anticipation. "I spent all day helping Quinn pack."

At that, Deirdre stopped her frantic dashing and she turned to face him. "Oh, Flynn." Deirdre got down on her knees and she crawled forward to wrap her arms around his middle in a very strange hug. Flynn just chuckled and he leaned his chin against Deirdre's head, quite happy to join the hug himself.

"It's alright. I'm just feeling a bit sooky right now." And then something in Deirdre's back pocket started playing a slightly eerie song. "Deirdre? Your...inexplicable technology is being atmospheric..."

Deirdre laughed and she pulled away so she could pull out her new iPhone. "Oooh, someone's calling me!"

"Who?"

"I don't fucking know, I didn't read the manual. I have no idea what button to push. I'll try this on...oh I hung up on them."

"You're as bad as me!" Flynn exclaimed. He had only just gotten the hang of mobile phones. They were strange and small and you could carry them with you. When his went off when he wasn't home he felt the urge to yell at it before remembering that that was the entire reason to have a 'mobile' phone in the first place.

"Whatever, it was shiny and it plays the song from Wire in the Blood!" Deirdre grinned as she shoved it back in her pocket. She had just leaned back in for a hug again when it went off a second time. Without saying a word, Flynn reached into Deirdre's back pocket and he dug it out. Then he pressed a green button and hoped.

"Deirdre's arse phone, Flynn speaking." And then he turned a right shade of magenta. "Oh...h..hi, Caitlin!" Flynn was always strange around Deirdre's mother and it wasn't for the same reason her friends were usually odd around Caitlin. She hadn't hit on Flynn. She had bought him food when he was homeless in Dublin and for years after that he had thought of her as a sort of angel. She had been an icon of goodness to him. He had no idea that years later, her daughter (indeed the daughter she had abandoned for years) would be one of the people he considered closest to him. "H...how are you?"

"Oh give me that!" Deirdre snatched the phone away from him and she jumped up, pacing back and forth as she spoke. "Mmmhmm. Yep. Tamm's party. Yes, Mam. No...no I don't think it's appropriate if you give him a sexy card, Mam! Oh for fuck's sake, I know you slept with him." Deirdre paused and she rolled her eyes at Flynn. "I just think it's a silly idea. Uhm...because you're married? And he has Kay!? Oh my god, you're like so totally demental."

Flynn just sat and watched as Deirdre joked with his angelic icon. And he did know that's what the phone call was. Deirdre and Caitlin were very strange together, but one could certainly see they were related...

"Okay. Just make sure you come. OH, MAM!" Deirdre hung up the phone quickly and then she dashed across the room and relegated it to the fruit basket as if it was the phone's fault her mother's sense of humour was purile. "My mother is cracked."

"Like mother like daughter." Flynn commended, offhandedly and Deirdre swatted him with an oven mitt shaped like a cow.

"You can be fired, you know. I can find a replacement."

"You can find another snuggly ex-PIRA member who thinks the world of you?" Flynn smiled from his chair. Being around Deirdre was always helpful when one needed an uplift of mood and that was certainly true now.

"Oh I'm sure you're a dime a dozen." Deirdre leaned over and she kissed Flynn's head. "But you're the only one I'd ever let sleep with me."

At that, Flynn blushed again and he buried his face in the crook of her arm. "Fiend!"

"That's me." Deirdre placed the oven mitt on her shoulder like a strange companion and she returned to her kitchen flitting, glad for his company.