Corrine - Unfinished

Did ye hear me Corrine?" he asked her "I've asked ye to marry me."
Of course she'd heard him. With her eyes closed she swallowed hard and took a deep breath. She could smell the ocean air in her nostrils, the faint smell of lavender from her hair, and the whiskey on his breath.
"Cor...Corrine - are ye gonna leave me in wait for a lifetime or are ye gonna answer me?" he asked impatiently with his boyish grin she could hear in his voice.
"No Patrick."
"No? That be yer answer then? No?" he said in a surprised tone
She smiled opening her eyes "No Patrick. I'm not going to make you wait for a lifetime for yer answer. My answer is yes. I will marry you."
The boyish impish grin returned. "I love ye ye know that right?" he winked at her
"Yes Patrick." she smiled
"I'm afraid yer Da's going to be none too pleased though." he added
"Well unless yer planning on marrin me Da...I'd say he doesn't have much to say." Corrine replied
"Nah! I couldn't handle being married to yer Da."
"Too old?"
He sat down in the sand beside her and leaned in staring into her pale blue eyes. His eyes twinkled partially with the same mischief they always did, partially with the whiskey he had imbibed. "Nahh...too whiskery." he smiled kissing her softly "Cmon then. we probably should go tell yer Da."
"I don't think that's a conversation ye should be havin when yer three sheets to the wind Patrick Finnegan. He might be more amiable to yer proposal and intentions if yer breath isn't flammable when ye do so." she suggested.
Patrick went to stand and wobbled unsteadily on his feet.
"Aye, perhaps yer right." he giggled "I think I'm drunk."
"Nah, yer as sober as a priest on Sunday." Corrine teased slipping her arm around his waist and led him to the car.