Tuathe Dé

Rebecca added a necklace with a green pendant to her ensemble at the last minute.  St. Patrick’s Day didn’t mean much to her, but the green glass would keep some of the smarmy men in her office from having an excuse to pinch her.  Otherwise, she was all business; from her black Prada pumps to her black on black Armani pants suit.  Only the green glass hanging from her neck offered a hint of color.

A group of guys hung around a table in the break room.  Their discussions ran from sports, to news, to weekend conquests.  Normally, she considered this group of unruly attempting to be Alpha Male types as trolls, but today, she smiled as she noticed they all had on green ties or shirts and decided they might be leprechauns.  Not the cute ones that handed out gold if you could catch them, but the dark, evil ones that turned people into slaves or whatever evil leprechauns did.

Morning Ms. Luck.  You have a very busy day.  Your first meeting will be here in thirty minutes.  Her administrative assistant, Tracy, said to her as Rebecca slid past the hustling peons and entered her office.  Tracy was on her heels, like always, with her calendar.

Not that Tracy needed to remind her of her schedule.  She memorized it the night before.  A mistake as an intern had almost lost her a position at the law firm where she worked.  However, that had been years ago and Rebecca had never missed an appointment or been late to court since.

You look festive this morning, Tracy.  She commented dryly.  Holidays were silly, even sillier when they were about drinking heavily and making out with unknown people in dark bars.

Thank you.  Tracy responded, before jumping into the schedule.  They spent twenty minutes going over the day together.  When her administrative assistant finally left, Rebecca turned to the window.  It was St. Patrick’s Day, the middle of March and yet, it was still snowing.  She didn’t like snow, it dirtied her shoes and occasionally, the slushy mess would end up on the hems of her pant legs.

Her first meeting was with a man charged with DUI.  However, he kept pointing out that he’d been riding a sheep and the sheep hadn’t been drunk, so he’d had a sober chauffer.  Rebecca found this to be ridiculous.  As a matter of fact, her entire day turned out to be ridiculous.  Strange cases with strange would-be clients that required her to make decisions based on strange evidence.

Once again at home, Rebecca kicked off her shoes and settled in for a night of wine and old movies.  Her mouth froze, the scream stuck in her throat as she reached the wine cabinet.  There sat all her clients from the day.  They had emptied the entire wine cabinet.  The bottles were spread across the floor.

Mr. Clurichaun belched loudly.  He now also spoke with a heavy accent.  Don’t worry, we all have sheep to take us home, but next time you should be nicer to the Tuathe Dé.

©Hadena James 2014

This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living or dead or actual situations is completely coincidental.