Irish can't be trusted
Irish sighed as she sat on Morgan's couch and watched over him.
He was laying on the bed,drunk and ranting.
Catherine said she can leave after he sleeps off but he's yet to do so.
She's dressing up for the dinner party.
He suddenly sat up and pointed to her.
"Yo..u you you you" He sang, rubbing his palm on his face.
Irish sighed, she got on her feet.
She sat on his dressing chair which wasn't too far from his bed.
She wouldn't want him to get hurt under her care even though she hates being here right now watching over a drunk Morgan.
"Ethan.. i hate him so much. I'm goi..ng to kill him..kill h..im" Morgan grinned.
"Uh.." Irish surged to her feet,alarmed.
"Y.. you're going to kill him?" She asked,on getting closer to him.
Morgan nodded, swaying his hair back and forth and laughing.
"Why do you want to kill him?" Irish asked.
"I hate him" Morgan pressed his lips together.