St Patty's Day 2

[Sif Hellstrom]

 Phoebe leaned against the bar, martini glass in her hand. Next to her, Andy furiously texted at her husband (at, not to) the directions for putting their three kids to bed, and Phoebe silently thanked Jesus again that she and Mal agreed not to have children for a long, long time. She set her glass down and raised a brow. "Hon, is everything okay?" It sounded especially sincere with her Kentucky accent, which while faint, was still present. Especially when she drank. And she'd been drinking.

Miranda looked up between texts and nodded. "Oh, yeah. He's panicking because River flushed a handful of pennies down the toilet. I tried to tell him to put the change jar where he couldn't reach it... " she rolled her eyes. "I swear, I get one night away from the house every few months and it's like his brain breaks. Want to trade?" she asked, her blue-green eyes holding a teasing sparkle to them. She turned to the bar and lifted her Cosmo up, taking a large swig of it.

"Whoa, maybe you should take it easy there," Phoebe warned her.

Miranda smirked. "Honey, one night every few months. There will be no taking it easy. You guys better get ready to carry my into my house - oh, and do me a favour and don't let me get anywhere near anything with Karaoke, okay? It's just really bad." And with that, she slammed the rest of her drink.

"She's not kidding," Sydney said, coming beside her. "I went there to pick something up once and Mike looked like he was going to break down into tears when she walked outside with me for five minutes. Dreama poured juice all over the floor, River put a hole in the screen door and Stormy was screaming her friggin' head off."

"Oh, I remember that," Miranda mused. "That was a good day."

"A GOOD day?" Phoebe said. "Okay, I gotta go find Mal and let him know he's gettin' snipped."