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Post by Joe on Apr 22, 2009 23:55:18 GMT -5
Joe took in the two girls and raise an eyebrow in concern. He immediately zeroed in on Palmers grip on Lucky. "Shit" he muttered under his breath not even taking in Palmers insult. "I got alotta things i aint told you palmah, startin wit that face of yoahs is given me da willies" Joe said as he put his arm around Palmer. Though it looked and felt like a companion shoulder to shoulder, drinking buddies type of arm. In reality he was offering to help support her without it appearing she needed any.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Sept 9, 2009 17:01:22 GMT -5
[New Day]
Daisy hummed softly to herself as she went about the business of wiping down a few of the tables, carrying dirty glasses over to the bar and tidying things up a bit. It was slow at the moment and she was taking advantage of it, especially since things would no doubt be picking up soon. She had been working at McGinty's long enough now that she new the rhythms and ebbs and flows of the days, found some comfort in them as she went about her daily life.
Her conversation with Dodger earlier that day had been wearing on her mind. Missing newsies and kids all over town, disappearing off to who knows where and not a thing that Daisy could do about it other than fret. And goodness knew fretting wasn't going to get anyone anywhere...so perhaps should stop it and keep her ear to the ground and hope that maybe she'd hear something of interest, something that she could pass along to Dodger or one of the others.
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Post by Jerry Flynn on Sept 9, 2009 23:35:12 GMT -5
Jerry Flynn hated coming to McGinty's. So much. It seemed every time he came, he wound up very narrowly escaping a good ol' fashioned, bare-knuckled barroom brawl. And, strange enough, the only time he ever wound up coming here was when his brother sent him out to buy more liquor. Jerry wasn't even the one who drank it.
Clearly his brother was waiting for the day when Jerry would return home with a black eye and bloodied lip, so he could laugh. That'd be just like Jensen.
Hoping the place wouldn't be as busy if he went during the afternoon, Jerry breathed a sigh of relief as he came in. He got lucky, it was slow at the moment. Approaching the bar, he eyed the girl behind the counter, rinsing out the dirty glasses. She looked like a sweetheart--but Jerry had quickly learned that in Brooklyn, that didn't mean a damn thing. Of course, if she was a sweetheart, that could be just as bad--kind-hearted, pretty girls were Jerry's Achilles heel, and tended to turn him to a gibbering, blushing idiot in a matter of seconds.
"I need a fifth of whiskey," he requested in the most noncommittal voice he could manage, but couldn't stop himself from politely adding, "please, when you have a moment."
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Sept 10, 2009 6:21:58 GMT -5
Daisy had seen the man come in, he was hard to miss, tall and dark and handsome, though he did seem a bit nervous and out of place and Daisy couldn't recall him having come in before when she'd been working. She went about her business, rinsing out glasses, drying them off and setting them aside humming to herself all the while and waiting for him to approach.
When he finally did speak, it was with a smooth, quiet and polite voice that sent a smile scattering across Daisy's features. He was uncomfortable, but for whatever reason he was here and wanted a fifth of whiskey. Turning, she smiled at him brightly, setting aside the wet glass that was in her hand, trying to put him at ease.
"Aye that will be no problem," She assured him, bending to where the kept the stock to sell to customers and pulling out a fifth to set on the bar between them. "Can I get you anything else? The weather is turning a bit cooler and the cook has been working on a fine stew if you have a mind," She offered, blue eyes warm and friendly as she looked at him expectantly.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Sept 10, 2009 9:50:41 GMT -5
Scar walked into the pub and stretched, glad to see that twit wasn't here today. He'd hate to have to put the little bugger in his place again. Actually today he'd love it. A wide smile spread across his face as he walked further in and saw Daisy. Today was a day of celebration. He'd formed his plan, he was going to get his revenge, and that little slut was going to pay for putting him on his back and knocking him unconcious. Now of course was not the time to worry about that. Now was the time to celebrate and fine tune his plans. Walking towards the bar he decided to not interupt the conversation. He was in that good of a mood. When Daisy finished speaking he gave her a smirk, "Hey Daisy, how you been?"
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Sept 10, 2009 11:40:26 GMT -5
Daisy had see Scar coming, couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. He was trouble to be sure, but he made her laugh which was enough in Daisy's book and as far as she was concerned there were very few souls that didn't warrant the bright side of her smile. "Hello Scar, you look awful pleased with yourself this morning," Daisy commented, noting his generally happy mood and shaking her head slightly. There was no guessing what had caused his cheerful demeanor that day and she wasn't one to question.
Her customer had remained quiet and she hoped that Scar wasn't thinking of stirring up trouble, the guy seemed nice enough and he's only wanted a fifth of whiskey. "What can I get ya Scar?"
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Post by Jerry Flynn on Sept 10, 2009 17:50:28 GMT -5
Jerry felt himself visibly relax when the barmaid answered his request, fetching the fifth and setting it down gently on the bar. Her voice was kind and her smile friendly, not like the evil, borderline-psychotic grins of a lot of the girls around here. Maybe he'd manage to make it out of here unscathed after all.
"Can I get you anything else? The weather is turning a bit cooler and the cook has been working on a fine stew if you have a mind."
He was all set to nod in consent when he heard the door open again. Maybe he'd spoken too soon.
He didn't know the new patron by name, but Jerry recognized him as a regular Brooklynite. If Jerry was remembering correctly, this gentleman was usually seen bearing bruises and bloody knuckles. Great...
But the girl seemed sweet, and Jerry was in need of some interaction with someone other than his brother. Keeping his eyes forward, not daring to glance at the other man for fear of making eye contact, Jerry cleared his throat. "Erm, a bowl of stew would be wonderful," he said, a little ashamed of how soft-spoken he'd suddenly become. "When you have a moment, of course."
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Post by Scar Bourke on Sept 11, 2009 9:54:38 GMT -5
Scar walked over and took a seat at the table next to Jerry and nodded to Daisy's comment about him being in a good mood. "One of the best," He said winking at her. "I'll take a glass of whiskey...." He trailed off as Jerry ordered a bowl of stew, "Make that two, lass." He grinned widely and patted his stomach. "I'm starving."
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Sept 11, 2009 11:33:49 GMT -5
The customer seemed sweet, and his fine clothes indicated that he probably didn't often frequent this part of town, so Daisy fixed him with her brightest smile when he took her up on the offer of stew. "Coming right up," She promised, turning her attention to Scar for the moment, smiling at him as he seemed to bask in his good mood, the man would never change, that was for sure.
Hurrying over to the bar, Daisy poured Scar's drink and returned to the table to deposit the glass in front of the rouge Brooklynite. "I'll get that stew up directly," She said to Scar.
Then turned to smile at the other man, face softening. "It'll just be a few minutes. My name is Daisy if you need anything, just let me know." Then left them for a few moments to place the order with the kitchen.
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Post by Jerry Flynn on Sept 11, 2009 13:48:53 GMT -5
"It'll just be a few minutes. My name is Daisy if you need anything, just let me know."
Feeling the other man take a seat next to him, Jerry could barely suppress his deer-in-headlights expression. "Um, thank you, Miss Daisy," he said politely, giving her a smile barely held together with his nerves.
He reached out and took the fifth that Daisy had fetched for him and brought it to his chest, wrapping his arms around it and setting his chin on the top of the bottle. At least the man beside him seemed to be in a good mood today. Hadn't immediately grabbed the back of Jerry's head and slammed his face into the bar top, anyway...
Ignoring his presence, though, would be mighty rude. Might make him angry, too. Carefully, and praying that he wasn't setting himself up for blood loss, Jerry turned his gaze to the other man, and gave a little nod. "Afternoon," he murmured.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Sept 11, 2009 18:23:05 GMT -5
Scar thanked Daisy before she walked away and pulled out a cigarette after taking a drink from his glass. He glanced at Jerry when he spoke to him and raised an eyebrow at his attire. Normally Scar would make a comment about the clothes he was wearing especially in this part of town but he was in to good of a mood and the kid hadn't said anything offensive so he decided against it. He couldn't help the smirk that crossed his face though at his clearly uncomfortable manner. He obviously wasn't used to socializing with someone like Scar. "'ello...you from around here?" Scar asked it amiably so he wouldn't scare him off.
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Post by Jerry Flynn on Sept 11, 2009 21:26:01 GMT -5
"'ello...you from around here?"
Jerry could barely stop himself from flinching as the other man spoke, and he immediately dove into overanalyzing his words. What did he mean? Was he trying to be sarcastic? Was this a set-up? Was that one of those snide little remarks these Brooklyn thugs made just before flying across the table at each other? Well, apparently not, seeing how the guy's ass was still firmly planted in his chair.
"I--uh, yeah," he stammered out. "Kings Cross. Well, for the last two years. I'm from Schenectady originally."
Jerry settled back and set his chin on the top of his fifth again, boggling at how much information he'd just forked over. That was probably the longest sentence he'd said to anyone in Brooklyn, outside of his brother, since he lived here.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Sept 11, 2009 21:30:26 GMT -5
Daisy appeared then, holding two bowls of stew on a tray and carefully set them on the table in front of the guys. Scar was lounging, which his usual state when he was in a good mood, the other guy looked all tense and knotted up and Daisy wished that she could somehow soothe it away.
"I trust you're out here behaving yourself Scar?" She teased lightly, setting a spoon down in front of him and then held a spoon out to the other man with another smile. "He gives you any trouble you let me know." She didn't know that she could actually stop Scar from doing anything if he had his mind set on it, but he seemed to like her well enough to lay off if she asked. "Can I get you anything else?"
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Post by Scar Bourke on Sept 13, 2009 14:40:42 GMT -5
Scar gave Jerry a nod when he said he lived in Kings Cross, "That's where I'm staying actually. Just work the docks in these parts." He knew Jerry probably wondered how he could afford a place on his salary but Scar wasn't going to offer that information. He might be crazy but he wasn't dumb, you didn't just tell people you worked for a mobster on the side. As Daisy came back and asked him if he was behaving himself he sat up a little and gave her a sly smile, "As much as can be expected. Just chatting with....Didn't catch your name actually." Scar glanced over at Jerry prompting him for a name.
When Daisy told Jerry if he gave him any trouble just give her a call Scar laughed, "Ah, lass, I'm the last one to give someone trouble." He winked because he knew better and he was sure Daisy had heard of his little run in with the weasel who worked the bar as well. Not that Scar was taking the blame for that, kid had provoked him and Scar didn't like being provoked. Scar shook his head at her last question, "I'll be alright for a bit lass but when you get a minute I'd like another glass of this whiskey. Thanks, doll."
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Post by Jerry Flynn on Sept 14, 2009 1:13:47 GMT -5
Aha, that's why this guy looked familiar. Now Jerry could remember, he'd seen him stalking through the halls of the apartment building they shared. Well, that made him a neighbor, and the last thing in the world Jerry wanted was a neighbor eager to see the color of his blood. He seemed to be in a good enough mood, maybe this "conversation" thing wasn't so bad...
"Oh, you're a dock worker? My brother's a dock worker. Jensen Flynn?"
Shit! If this guy was familiar with Jensen, chances were good that they weren't on good terms with each other. Jensen was never on good terms with anyone who didn't have breasts, it seemed. And if this guy hated Jensen, it would make sense to hate Jerry by association.
He was grateful as anything that Daisy returned then with their bowls of stew. Maybe this guy was one of those rare men who didn't approve of throwing punches in the presence of a lady. The two of them exchanged words genially as she distributed bowls of stew, obviously acquaintances from past visits. When the other man requested his name, he promptly offered his hand to him, strictly out of force of habit. "Jerry," he introduced. "Jerry Flynn."
"He gives you any trouble you let me know."
"Yes, ma'am," Jerry said, giving her a small smile and taking the spoon she offered him. He doubted that this delicate girl could do anything to stop the man if he decided he was determined to get a look at Jerry's guts, but the offer was sweet. Jerry liked her. He immediately turned his attention to the piping-hot stew, concentrating on stirring it.
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