When there's no one left to fight, Boys like him don't shine so bright
Soon as I see the dust settle, He's out on the town tryin' to find trouble
The Holt Brothers
The festival was a picture of liveliness, an especially pleasant sight to behold during this wonderful time of year. The sound of corny Christmas tunes ringing through the air with its uplifting melody designed to get you in the celebratory spirit. The delicious scents of food and drink exuding from the stalls, ranging from the sweet allure of hot chocolate to the tantalizing scent of roasted meats. There was a soft chill in the air, cold enough to remind you that the year was coming to its end but not so much that it made traipsing through the festival unbearable.
Wandering the gardens, the Holt boys swaggered along casually, each eying the stalls with vague interest. As it was coming to that time of year, Paddy had, as he always did, dragged his twin out to do some Christmas shopping. However, despite the importance of their venture, it was clear on Rory's face that he was suffering from his ultimate ailment - boredom.
"Haaaarrr, can we head to the pub yet? I'm dying for a pint!" Fists pushed into his jeans, he threw his head back and groaned audibly, earning an eye-roll from his sibling. "We've still go to get Maebh something, try to be useful and look why don't cha?" Paddy barked irritably, adjusting his grip on the bags he was carrying. So far they had only managed to get something for their parents, and their grandparents. Finding a gift suitable for their sister was a task that still eluded the pair. Rory groaned again, looking over at the stalls, he was so fed up of this already. He would even prefer take part in a few of the activities that to do any more shopping, it was just so dull!
"Can't ya just buy her some swag like yas normally do?" He whined, Paddy stopped suddenly, rounded on him swiftly. "Are ye having a laugh, I've already got my gifts. These are from you, ya fucking plebian." He jibed, he generally enjoyed hanging out with his sibling, but when it came to shopping, Rory was a real pain in his arse and at this point, Paddy's patience was wearing thin. Rory stepped forward, bringing his face close to his brothers, his demeanour more hostile suddenly.
"Who are you calling a plebian, ye fucking gobshite." He snapped angrily, Paddy took a steadying breath, his composure slipping somewhat. "I'm warning ya Ro, get out me face, or you'll regret it." This however only prompted Rory to invade his space more, going so far as to push his skull against his brothers threateningly. Paddy sighed again, leaning down, he lowered his shopping bags to the ground before straightening up to look at his brother once more.
Suddenly he grabbed Rory by his front and launched him into the closest stall. Wood would crack and splinter, the counter collapsing under the forced weight of the Holt boy. People nearby gasped in shock at the sudden situation that had fallen upon them. Paddy brushed down his suit jacket, checking himself over for any dirt, it was at this point that Rory would climb to his feet once more. And with a loud war cry, run at his brother at felt speed, tackling him to the ground. Following which they would begin to wrestle one another - each attempting to pin the other.
Paddy | Rory