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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Aug 19, 2008 18:01:37 GMT -5
Her cheeks flushed a little pink at his compliments and she ducked away from his gaze for a moment. Her hand felt tiny and warm in his and she didn't pull away, simply allowed it to stay there. She lifted her blue eyes to find his again and smiled, settling her free hand into her lap.
"I've been here a little over a year," Daisy said, glancing over towards the bar, relieved to see that the place still wasn't crowded. "I started here just after my family moved here..." Not that there was any of that family left, but she had learned to be family enough for herself. Her and her friends when she found them.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 20, 2008 8:24:12 GMT -5
Family...that was a sore spot with Scar but he brushed it off before it had any real effect on him. He rarely thought of his family and when he did they were horrendous thoughts. "A year? That's not too long. Where you been livin', Daisy? Hope it's not to far from here. I'm sure you know Brooklyn isn't safe to walk by yourself at night."
He gave her his charming smile once more, knowing it would through her off his questions. He didn't know anyone outside of his family or Aisla who could tell when he was using his charm to get answers. Aisla knew better than most because she had had time to understand what his tells were.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Aug 20, 2008 17:58:23 GMT -5
"Aye, but long enough," She said with a smile. She liked New York well enough, but it wasn't Ireland. She was realistic enough to know that she would likely never make it back to her homeland, and she could carve out a life for herself here and be happy. But it didn't mean that she couldn't miss the land she grew up in.
"Not far. Just over on King's Highway...I make it home well enough," She looked up at him from underneath her eyelashes. She couldn't decide if he was truly trying to be gallant or just wanted what most men were after.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 21, 2008 10:51:09 GMT -5
Scar smiled at Daisy, "Well that's good to know, lass. I'd hate to think of you walking a long way home by yourself. If you ever feel like you need someone to walk with, you can find me at the docks before you go to work and I'll meet you here." That said he let the topic go, not wanting to push it with her because he didn't want to raise her suspicions. He drank some more of his guinness before saying anything more.
"I bet some real interesting fellow's come in here, huh?" He smiled, hoping to change the subject but continue conversation with her. He was incredibly interested in tupping the lady and that meant showing some sort of interest in her otherwise.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Aug 21, 2008 17:47:02 GMT -5
"That's sweet of you, Scar...thank you," Daisy said in reply to his offer, sending him a smile. The pub was beginning to fill up a little bit and she knew eventually she would have to relinquish her seat and get back to work, but she still had some time.
"Aye, we see all kinds," She said, laughter dancing in her eyes as she remembered some of the more...colorful characters that frequented to pub. "As I said, my days are never boring and I rarely lack for entertainment, be it good or bad, I've only to look at the faces in front of me." She slid her hand from his grasp and messed with the rag on the table, biting on her lower lip for a moment. "And what of the docks, Scar? What manner of people cross your path every day?"
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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 22, 2008 9:45:48 GMT -5
Scar grinned, wondering what kind of drunks found they're way in here. Then his mind drifted towards work at the docks, "Not many people I can tell you that. Occassionally a newsie or two will find their way down trying to cool off. Other than that we don't get many visitors. I like it that way though, get my work done faster."
He didn't bother to mention what had happened there the other day with the newsies. Scar didn't feel it had any real relevance to what was going on here. He glanced around the bar noticing it was filling up quite nicely. "Don't let me keep you from working lass." He gave her a smile and finished his beer.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Aug 22, 2008 22:53:25 GMT -5
"Aye, I would imagine it'd slow you down to have people trying to talk to you while you worked," She flashed him a smile, drumming her fingers idly on the table. "Newsies come in here from time to time..." She liked most of them too, she'd helped a few of them out when she could...though she didn't have much to offer. And there would always be Pie Eater, after everything, his presence still lingered.
Her gaze followed his and she noticed that it was getting crowded by the bar and it probably would be best if she headed back. "I should go help, before it gets to much to handle. It was nice talking with you Scar," She smiled at him, pushing herself up and holding her hand out to him again. "Perhaps I will see you again."
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Post by Scar Bourke on Aug 25, 2008 12:16:50 GMT -5
Scar smiled as Daisy stood and nodded his head, "I'm sure you will lass." He stood as well and fixed his hat a bit before glancing at the bar debating on getting another drink. He eventually decided against it and gave Daisy a wave, "Had a lovely chat, Daisy. I'll see you around." Then he walked towards the entrance, fully intending on going home. He just wanted to sit down and get some rest before he had to walk to Queens tonight.
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Post by Smalls on Mar 26, 2009 17:42:59 GMT -5
( New Day )
Smalls leaned lazily back in her chair, puffing thoughtfully at her cigarette as she observed the various other patrons, loudmouth drunkards the lot of them. She was bored, had a few drinks in her, and hadn't been bloodied up in a while-- things were bound to get interesting tonight.
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Post by Joe on Mar 26, 2009 17:54:22 GMT -5
Joe leaned over and stole Palmer's cigarette taking a drag and a shot of whiskey from the bottle in his hand. The combination burned and made him smile lazily. Shit he was bored. His smile dropped off. Twirling the cigarette back and forth over his knuckles he just sat across for Palmer staring at her left ear, simply because he was too bored to look at anything else. Joe cracked his knuckles thinking tonight needed to get interesting fast. He took another hit, and another drag letting it burn down. Alcohol, Boredom, he had the makings for something.
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Post by Smalls on Mar 26, 2009 18:23:23 GMT -5
Smalls caught Joe's blank stare and kicked him lightly under the table, gesturing to the table next to them with a devious smirk. The table looked no different than any other, just two locals completely inebriated and looking like they had a chip on their shoulder (which was normal for most of Brooklyn). She glanced down at her glass, swirling in slowly with a seemingly inexplicable look of glee in her eyes.
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Post by Joe on Mar 26, 2009 22:24:17 GMT -5
Joe looked sharply at Palmer and caught the look in her eye. It was the look that called for interesting things. It was the look that had gotten them almost thrown out of Jersey more times that he could count. Joe couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. God he missed that look. Taking a shot of whiskey he raised his eyebrow and waited for what she had in mind.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Mar 27, 2009 3:08:40 GMT -5
"And why are you not talkin?" she sat down with her beer and let out a breath and smiled brightly, she seemed so content. Sneaks was back and everything so, her world seemed not to tilt violently. She reached over and dropped an arm around Small's shoulders. "And grumpy too.." she smirked and downed some of her beer. Lucky had a job, they were strange, hell all of Brooklyn was. But she loved them like family.
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Post by Joe on Mar 28, 2009 17:26:34 GMT -5
"Proverbs: Do not speak unless you can improve the silence." Joe smirked at Lucky as she took a seat. "Or would you prefer Silence is a virtue?" He asked offering her his cigarette his eyes never leaving Palmer. This was going to be good. Cracking his neck Joe leaned back in his chair and began to hum an Irish fighting song. His lips curled up in a smile.
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Post by Smalls on Mar 29, 2009 17:57:40 GMT -5
Smalls laughed outright, though it was unclear what exactly she found so funny. Turing her head she glanced at Lucky, smirking mischievously and simultaneously slapping her glass off the table with the back of her hand. As the large brute to her right slowly realized his back was covered in whiskey he let out a low growl, spinning around to face the Brooklyn gangs' table and quickly identifying who was missing a drink. Stumbling from his chair he staggered over, shouting slurred obscenities at Smalls who sat coolly back, hands behind her head and an arrogant smirk tugging at her lips.
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