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Post by Administrator on Aug 30, 2008 21:43:45 GMT -5
Perfect for private meetings be it business or... pleasure.
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Post by decker on Oct 13, 2008 10:13:48 GMT -5
He needed. A drink.
Decker slammed into McGinty's and wasted no time in getting to the private corner table, once he saw all the bar stools were full. He barked his order at the barmaid and pushed his way over to the table. Collapsing into the seat, he almost regretted being short with the barmaid...she would handle his drink, after all. But he wasn't in any mood to be nice to much of anyone. He hated being harassed by police officers. Who did they think they were? And who the hell did they think he was? All he wanted to do was get back to the lodging house, and they interrogated him like there was no tomorrow, about who he was and where he was going. What the hell did it matter to them, anyway? They should be bothering people worth bothering...
The barmaid clattered his drink down on the table without reverence. Part of it slopped over the edge. "Thanks, angel..." he said without much syntax, and took a swig. Watery. Perfect...
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Post by 8chips on Dec 4, 2008 16:17:46 GMT -5
8chips quickly entered the pub to escape from the harsh wind outside. She forced the heavy door shut and sighed. She had had an awful day. Nothing seemed to be going right at all. she fumbled around in her pocket for a cigarette and a light. After discovering that she had but one left she decided put it back. Shed like to have one before bed. Night was her favorite time, all dark and peaceful, a time to reflect on her life as well as plan for what was to come.
She carefully tucked her hair behind her ear and scanned the crowd for someone, anyone she knew. She felt the need to confide in someone. She saw a young man and thought she recognized him from somewhere. "Hey you!" she yelled from across the room, he seemed not to here "Hey you!" louder this time. Still no answer. She went to him and jerked him around sharply. "I said..." she realized she had made a mistake. She didn't know him at all. She stepped back and began to feel herself flush with embarrassment. "Sorry sir." 8chips said shyly.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on May 22, 2009 16:22:49 GMT -5
*NEW DAY* (Lucky)
As they walked into the bar Fighter headed straight back to a corner table. She didn't want to deal with crowd tonight. Fight knew Lucky would follow her and as she sat she took her first real look around the place. She'd gotten into the habit the past few months to make sure she noticed every face, every person. When she finished her scan of the crowd she glanced back at Lucky and pulled the ribbon out of her hair that had been holding most of the curls off her face and let her hair fall into her face.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on May 22, 2009 16:27:07 GMT -5
Lucky ordered a couple of beers as she sat down and tugged her hat free, letting her own hair it her shoulders and she folded her arms watching her friend seriously as she set them in front of her. "What's goin on Fight? You've been actin skittish for the last couple months, don't think I ain't noticed but we tend ta deal with our own things but.." when you looked like she couldn't take anymore, they stepped in. they were family.
"Spill it... all of it, and start from the beginning.. i'll buy you beer after beer until you're done.."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on May 22, 2009 16:39:09 GMT -5
Fighter sighed when Lucky called her out, she hadn't realized just how obvious she'd been. Then again her handle on her emotions was in tatters and had been for awhile. Although Fighter really didn't want to lay it all out in the open especially to Lucky. She hated feeling weak and that was the effect that Scar had on her, but she desperately wanted to hide that from all of her friends. She didn't want them to know that she was falling apart. "It isn't really anything...guess with the rise in the price and having to haul my ass to the Bronx everyday to work I've been feeling run down. Just let things get the better of me I guess."
It was a lame excuse, Fighter knew the minute it left her mouth Lucky wouldn't buy a word of it. She just hoped Lucky would leave it alone. Scar was a topic she didn't like to discuss. Ever. She'd thought she left him in the past with everything that had happened in the years following her uncles death but it seems that it was back to haunt her once more.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on May 22, 2009 17:01:50 GMT -5
Lucky lifted a brow and took a drink from her beer, "Bullshit." There wasn't much she could hide from Lucky, she was like Smalls. When it hurt, it showed. Lucky was dealing with her own problems too. But she wasn't caving under the weight just yet. And fight needed her.
"Look, you say it's nothing, but I know you Fight. You always jab your way threw, a price hike and going to the Bronx isn't going to make you crack.. this does.. whatever it is and you need to get it out.." she took another drink from her beer and sighed. "I wanna help, next to Smalls your my best friend. And I ain't going to let you crack without telling me what's up.."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on May 24, 2009 11:34:16 GMT -5
Fighter sighed and shook her head a bit. She'd known Lucky wasn't going to buy that lame ass excuse. She just honestly didn't want to bring all of her friends into her troubles. Especially when it made her feel weak like she did right now. She loved the fact that she could take care of herself and rarely did anything or anyone scare her. Except Scar. He hadn't always scared her, at least not at first. But that was before she found out what kind of animal he really was. And just what he would do to make you scream.
Fighter gave her a nod when she spoke about best friends, since coming to the lodging house she'd felt especially close to both Smalls and Lucky. She hated lying to Lucky but she just couldn't spill her guts about Scar. It would break her even more if she had to even mention some of the things he had done to her. She couldn't open the floodgates because she wasn't sure if she would be able to close them again. But she owed her friend some sort of explanation. "Honestly Lucky it's a long story and not a pleasant one. It hurts to even think about it."
Sighing again, Fighter gulped down some of her drink. "It involves a guy I thought I was in love with when I was young and stupid. And he showed me just how young and stupid I was to fall in love with him. I thought he'd left New York but I've been getting this weird feeling that someones been following me and I can't shake the thought that it's him."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on May 24, 2009 14:55:54 GMT -5
"It involves a guy I thought I was in love with when I was young and stupid. And he showed me just how young and stupid I was to fall in love with him. I thought he'd left New York but I've been getting this weird feeling that someones been following me and I can't shake the thought that it's him."
Lucky thought they were all still young and stupid but she kept that bit of information to herself as she watched her friend. Oh she knew what being in love was like, but she actually was still in love with the same man. the one that showed her the world and still lived his own life, a lot of the time without telling her anything about it. She figured parts of it was to protect her, and others-- were him just being careless about her feelings.
"Ahh..." she frowned a little and tapped her finger on her chin as she thought about it. That actually made a lot of sense. "We're here for you Fight." she said after a little while. "The whole damn borough would be at your back if anything happened... you don't need to be afraid or anything like that. You've got family." That's what Brooklyn was at the heart of it. They were all tough as hell individually, but together they were a force to be reckoned with. It was like doomsday when they felt one of their own was being threatened.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on May 25, 2009 22:56:47 GMT -5
Fighter nodded, she knew she was being irrational but she just couldn't help the overwhelming panic that she felt day after day. She tried to deal with it as best as possible but most of the time it just didn't cut it. "I know Lucky, trust me I know. But it just isn't that simple. I wish it was." She didn't even want to bring up Scar's acquaintances and how much they disliked her. Fight knew that even if Scar knew where she was he wouldn't tell them because he would want to scare her all on his own.
All Fighter wanted to do was change the subject and the first thing that came to mind was what had happened earlier that night. "Do you believe Joe?" Fighter really wanted to believe her friend especially because she hated to feel like she had stupidly put her trust in someone.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on May 30, 2009 19:00:34 GMT -5
Lucky was quiet for a time before she shrugged, "I dunno. I'm curious as to how he figures all this out before anyone else does. Ya know? If it wasn't an all the time thing I don't think I'd be so suspicious.. he's like family but-- you got ta know your limits.."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on May 31, 2009 19:00:40 GMT -5
Fighter nodded slightly and took another sip of her drink, "I trust him, it's just hard to think he could know all of these things before anybody." Fighter laughed slightly, "I mean if it came from Conlon it would be normal. Hope Joe isn't a Spot in the making. I can only take one guy who knows everything before everyone else."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on May 31, 2009 19:06:16 GMT -5
"Spot's different," Lucky said rather flatly, she wasn't ever sore at Spot. Not really, but she let out a sigh and stared at her drink. "Fight, I trust Joe to a point but I can only take so much of not knowin. Not knowin' it what gets us killed in the end and I need ta know what's going on.." she nodded at that. She meant it, she needed to know what life had in store or else she wouldn't be alive very long.
"Joe's family, but it don't mean I dont' wonder.." she looked up at Fighter. "If you need me for anything, ya know I've got your back.."
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jun 1, 2009 12:32:01 GMT -5
Fighter just nodded to what Lucky said and forced a smirk when she was done talking, "I know, Lucks. That's how it is here we all have each others backs." But she would never take them up on that. She didn't want to involve them for two reasons, one they might end up hurt and two it would be involving them too much especially with the gang that Scar was working for now.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 1, 2009 18:12:04 GMT -5
Lucky reached out and gave her friend a light tap on the chin with her knuckles before she took a drink. "I need to go and speak ta Heather Eastman, she's back in town from Boston and I've got to find out what games she's running for the time.." The Eastman gang was a powerful one, and knowing Heather was an up thing. Though, Heather was like an older sister and at times like to show Lucky she knew better-- didn't mean that Lucky didn't consider the woman a friend.
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