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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Sept 14, 2009 6:17:08 GMT -5
"You are a fickle liar and don't think I don't know it," Daisy teased Scar, shaking her head as she retreated to refill Scar's whiskey and set the glass on the table in front of him. She reserved a special smile for Jerry, hoping the other man would relax a little bit, he seemed terrified that Scar was going to haul off and punch him merely for existing, and while Scar's reasons were his own, Daisy couldn't imagine that he was going to do anything to Jerry simply for sitting there eating his stew.
"Seems like you're both my neighbors," Daisy commented, having heard the tail end of the conversation about Kings Cross and musing that she had seen Scar around the building a time or two before, but never crossed paths with Jerry before today. She'd been able to retain the apartment after her mother died and father disappeared with some money the family had saved up and her own wages from McGinty's, even if things had been getting a bit thin recently.
Jerry shot her a small smile and she returned it, he really was handsome and she wished that he'd smile more because it lit his face and made him shine. But there seemed to be something that dragged him down, something beyond his overt fear of Scar, who was managing to behave be it his good mood or something else, which Daisy was grateful for. "Shame I haven't seen you around the building." She directed the comment to the both, but reserved another calming smile for Jerry before turning and including Scar.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Sept 15, 2009 13:22:56 GMT -5
Scar lifted an eyebrow when Jerry mentioned Jensen and shrugged on shoulder. He didn't really know anyone at the docks. He wasn't there to make friends and he never tried. "Don't know him."
As Daisy set the bowl in front of him he took a big bite and then held his hand out to Jerry's to shake, "Scar Bourke." He shook his hand for a moment and then let go of it to eat some more. He laughed at Daisy's comment and thanked her when she brought him his drink. "Ack, lass, you wound me with your words."
Scar nodded his head slightly to being neighbors and when Daisy said it was a shame they didn't see each other more he wriggled an eyebrow at her. "Just agree to be my girl and you can visit me anytime you like."
(sorry for the short post)
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Post by Jerry Flynn on Sept 15, 2009 18:59:41 GMT -5
He hadn't launched himself at Jerry on sight. He hadn't suckerpunched him after learning who his brother was. He hadn't slugged him for insulting him by offering a handshake.
So far, this was probably the most successful conversation Jerry'd had with a man in Brooklyn in a very long time. And Daisy was certainly generous with her beautiful smiles. Comforted by his progress, Jerry allowed himself to relax a little. Maybe this wouldn't end so badly after all.
"Oh, what a great name," Jerry said, genuinely impressed, after Scar introduced himself. "Isn't that a great name? A name like that, I bet you don't get much guff off anyone, do you? I know I wouldn't give any guff to a man named Scar Bourke."
Okay, Jerry, don't relax that much, he admonished himself. One of these days, he'd have to find a way to resolve that little problem he had with word-vomit when he was nervous and around pretty girls.
"Just agree to be my girl and you can visit me anytime you like."
"Yeah," Jerry agreed, nodding encouragingly in Daisy's direction. "And you'd never have to worry about walking home alone again if everyone knew you were with this guy. Someone even looks at you cross-eyed, Scar here could disassemble them in seconds!"
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Sept 15, 2009 19:17:51 GMT -5
"You keep asking and maybe one day I'll say yes," Daisy said lightly to Scar, shooting him another smile. This was their natural easy banter, a common occurrence around the pub and Daisy had learned early on it was more fun to play along even if nothing were likely to come of it in the end...no matter what might be going through Scar's mind.
She turned her attention to Jerry as he started, well babbling was really the best word for it and Daisy had the urge to wrap her arms around him in a gentle hug and tell him to relax. Something had the guy wound tight and made him jumpy and she wished that she could tell him it was okay to relax and just be himself. She arched her eyebrow at Jerry's comment about Scar escorting her home and she shook her head, clucking her tongue in dramatic fashion. "Oh but Jerry, if only it were the walking home that Scar was concerned with." She knew Scar well enough to know that's wasn't where his mind was at all. "Not that he isn't entirely capable."
She paused, glancing around to ensure the crowd in the pub was still minimal and she could linger chatting with the guys a bit longer. "You know," She said softly, turning her eyes fully on Jerry, a soft smile on her face. "You could always walk me home too...a girl has a hard time saying no to a handsome man."
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Post by Scar Bourke on Sept 15, 2009 20:24:39 GMT -5
Scar took another bite of his stew as Jerry spoke and nearly choked on it with a laugh. "I don't get much guff, but I get enough still." He gave Jerry a smirk and took a sip of the whiskey. "I don't think you would give many people guff...maybe you should. Makes life more interesting even if you end up with a black eye or a split lip." He studied Jerry for a moment, trying to measure him up. He wouldn't think of the kid as a fighter but then again if Jerry was that could work to his advantage. "You know how take care of yourself, kid?"
Scar turned his eyes towards Daisy, a glint present in them. "Somehow I doubt that lass." He smiled widely, "I think you're smarter than that." He laughed a bit and turned to look back at Jerry when he spoke again. "He's right about that lass, you would always be safe with me." Of course that didn't mean she'd be safe from him. He smirked at Daisy's remark and nodded his head a bit, "You know me a bit to well I think." He gave an exagerated sigh of disappointment and pretended to scowl angrily. "Well that just goes and ruins all my plans for us."
He laughed and when she turned to Jerry and began speaking quietly he turned back to his food, finishing it with a few more bites. Leaning back he grabbed his glass and looked back at them both. "Now that was a delicious meal. Tell the cook I said so to. I always appreciate good food and good drink." He smiled and lifted his glass in a silent toast.
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Post by Jerry Flynn on Sept 16, 2009 19:58:02 GMT -5
"Don't get much guff, but I get enough still. I don't think you would give many people guff...maybe you should. Makes life more interesting even if you end up with a black eye or a split lip. You know how take care of yourself, kid?"
Jerry actually snorted on his stew when Scar asked him this, and he had to grab for a napkin while he tried to find a balance between laughing and breathing.
"Hah!" he laughed, when he was finally able to breathe again. "No, no, I don't. Not at all." He hesitated for a moment, stirring his stew as he contemplated. "Unless running away counts as taking care of myself? I can do that pretty well."
"Oh but Jerry, if only it were the walking home that Scar was concerned with."
"Who could blame him!" Jerry almost turned around to see who'd said that, half-expecting to see his brother had come looking for him. It sounded like something Jensen would say, and was by far the boldest thing he'd ever said to a woman in his entire life. Embarrassed by his blurting, he quickly turned his attention back down to his bowl, feeling his ears turning red.
"You know, you could always walk me home, too... A girl has a hard time saying no to a handsome man."
Now the tips of his ears felt like they just might burst. "I... er..." He gave a nervous chuckle, still unable to lift his eyes from his stew. "Th-thank you, but I, um, I wouldn't--I wouldn't be able to protect you. Like Scar could."
Daisy would certainly be safe from him, though. Jerry would probably dissolve into a puddle of warm gelatin if he so much as attempted to request to hold a pretty girl's hand.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Sept 16, 2009 20:16:49 GMT -5
"I know you well enough to know better," Daisy clucked her tongue at Scar but smiled good-naturedly, her eyes dancing as she looked at him. "And you don't have any plans for me that you don't have for any other girl who happens to look your way." She shook her head before turning her attention to Jerry at his outburst, feeling her cheeks flush a little at his words.
Daisy had never given much thought to whether or not she was pretty, but the thought that the man with the puppy dog brown eyes, nice smile and handsome face thought so set a funny little flutter in her stomach. Her attention was focused on him, charmed by the way his face flushed as he stuttered out a thank you and she resisted the urge to touch the ends of his dark hair and instead chewed thoughtfully on her lip as he stared down into his stew. She vaguely heard Scar saying something about thanking the cook for the good meal and she turned her head to nod at him quickly, smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I'll be sure to pass along your compliments," She promised, checking to ensure Scar's glass was still mostly full.
She returned her attention to Jerry, his last words muttered into the bottom of his bowl, barely loud enough for her to catch. "I can take care of myself," She said softly, because it was the truth and she'd managed just fine the past few years. Reaching out she brushed her fingers gently against his shoulder before letting her hand drop away. "But sometimes it's nice to have some company."
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Post by Scar Bourke on Sept 16, 2009 21:29:38 GMT -5
When Jerry said that running away was his idea of taking care of himself Scar shook his head slightly. "You ever want a pointer or two kid let me know. No one should wonder these streets without a couple of tricks up their sleeves." It was unbelievable he was offering this kid help. But then again he didn't expect Jerry to take him up on it. Kid seemed to timid to want to be alone with him especially since Scar's way of showing people how to defend themselves was to push them into it with his fists.
Scar glanced up at Daisy a twinkle in his eye, "Not every girl lass, I know how to pick them." He took another drink from his glass and patted his stomach. The meal had been better than decent and he was suprised, usually the food here was crap.
Scar wasn't trying to overhear their conversation but he was only about a foot away from them, if that so it was easy to hear Jerry's words. Scar shook his head slowly, he couldn't believe the kid was turning down the offer to walk home a pair of legs like that. When Daisy spoke about being able to take care of herself Scar smirked, all these Brooklyn girls thought they could take care of themselves even the dainty ones. He supposed it was one of the things that he liked about them, it made them more fun to break. He snickered to himself at her next comment about it being nice to have company and thought that if Jerry didn't take that offer something must be wrong with him.
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Post by Jerry Flynn on Sept 16, 2009 22:20:24 GMT -5
"You ever want a pointer or two kid let me know. No one should wonder these streets without a couple of tricks up their sleeves."
"Thanks," Jerry said, looking at Scar with genuine gratitude. "I'll keep that in mind." He doubted he'd ever take Scar up on that offer--learning to defend yourself meant being put in a position where defense was required, and Jerry felt pretty certain that Scar had the necessary manpower to break every bone in Jerry's body if he cared to--but it was a nice offer for Scar to make, even if he didn't expect to see it through.
Scar, he decided, was a pretty okay guy. At least when he was in a good mood. And as long as Jerry wasn't doing anything that pissed him off. He was a lot like Jensen in that respect, actually...
Daisy's touch on his shoulder, however, startled him out of his reverie of Scar's similarities to his brother. His gaze flicked to hers in surprise, but he quickly looked away, blushing again, when he found that she was looking steadfastly back at him. She was just entirely too pretty, this would surely be his undoing. He was destined to say something stupid, potentially repulsive, at any moment now...
"I can take care of myself. But sometimes it's nice to have some company."
Oh God! Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God! Was that an invitation? That was an invitation, right? He was pretty sure that was an invitation... He could hear Scar snickering as he looked down at his empty bowl again, knew that he was making a fool of himself as usual with his nervousness around girls, but he didn't have the brainpower available to worry about that at the moment.
Doing his best to force himself to sanity again, he reasoned himself along. Scar probably had something he had to get back to, now that he'd finished his meal. And Daisy had already told them that she lived in the same building Jerry did, which means they'd be heading in the same direction anyway. And, well, she obviously wasn't oblivious; she'd sat here with them for a while, had seen Jerry's nervous behavior, had seen how ridiculous he could act, and still made the offer...
"Well, if you don't mind said company to be in the guise of a cowardly writer whose greatest feat is the ability to flee from the scene at the first suggestion of danger," he found himself saying, and was more that a little surprised that he managed it without a stutter, "I would be honored to escort you home, Miss Daisy."
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Sept 16, 2009 22:38:25 GMT -5
Daisy arched her eyebrow at Scar's uncharacteristic offer to Jerry, though she was relieved when Jerry seemed to politely deflect instead of accepting on the spot. As much as Daisy might like Scar, she could only imagine what his teaching methods would be in such a situation. She shook her head at Scar's comment about knowing how to pick girls, of course he did, or thought he did...most Brooklyn men did. She supposed it was part of their unique brand of charm.
She returned her attention to Jerry, catching a warmth in the depth of his brown eyes when his gaze darted briefly to hers and she thought maybe she could probably look into them forever. She was almost disappointed when he looked away, when he seemed to be processing the meaning of her statement. She heard Scar snicker beside them, but kept her eyes on Jerry, maybe holding her breath a little bit, hopeful that he'd understand the meaning behind her words...she wanted him to walk her home and further more she wanted to get to know him better. There was something in his eyes that connected to her, that pulled at something deep in her gut and she was almost afraid if he walked away she would lose that feeling.
She smiled when he asked and she resisted the urge to touch his broad shoulder again, choosing instead to twist her fingers into the material of her dress. "I like my company in the form of a tall, handsome man with kind eyes," Daisy said softly, lifting her gaze so her blue eyes could meet his. "So I gladly accept."
She glanced over her shoulder at the bar and saw that another barmaid had arrived, signaling that her shift was nearing an end. "I...I get off soon if you want to wait..."
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