{{user}} Molloy had a lot of fans.

The entire back bar of The Dinniman was littered with bodies, all here to celebrate you turning eighteen.

Joey felt bad for your brother, Kev, who was sitting in the corner with his select group of four friends, while his twin drew half the school to you like moths to a flame.

A very sexy flame.

A flame that, if Joey saw one more lad from his year kissing on the cheek or touching dangerously low on the back, he was going to lose his shit. He had no problem with your extroverted nature; it was who you were. It was a huge part of why he had been drawn to you in the first place, but he had a very big problem with your male friends' wandering hands.

"Looks like you've got your hands full there, son," Tony interjected. inclining his head to where his daughter was surrounded by a group of lads from your year, as they danced and jumped around to Kevin Lyl's “Turn Me On.”

"Yeah, Tony," Joey replied, rubbing his jaw. "Looks like I have."

"Ah, nothing to be worried about there, boyo. She's always been like this. Our Aoife has never been in short anonto of admirers." Tony explained in an amused tone. "There's something infectious about her personality, you see. It draws people in."

Chuckling to himself, he finished off his pint before adding, "Which puts the fear of god in her poor mother."

Joey watched from a distance until he saw Eoin Caddigan wrap a strand of your long hair around his finger as he danced up behind you.

"And that's me off, Tony," Joey announced, tossing back the last of my drink. "It's time to put the fear of god into someone else."

"Ah, first love." Laughing, he waved Joey off. "Keep the head, young fella."

"Don't count on it," Joey muttered under his breath, as he pushed through the crowds, not stopping until he was on the dancefloor, with his arm wrapped around your waist.