Post by Administrator on Feb 11, 2011 23:13:37 GMT -5
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[/center]Fighter: *lights a cigarette when her drink arrives* *takes a deep drag*
Spot Conlon: *walks in swings his cane and takes a seat, throws his feet on the table* Fightah.. *nods his head, snaps his fingers for a drink*
Fighter: *nods her head in greeting, lifting her glass of whiskey to her lips* Hey, Spot... *she wondered what he was doing here*
Spot Conlon: *getting a drink-- since he heard a few of his kids were on a tear through the boroughs*
Fighter: *sets her glass back on the table* When'd you get back to Brooklyn? *she had a vague idea of when but wasn't certain*
Spot Conlon: *smirks a bit, gets his drink* Not to long ago.
Fighter: *nods her head and takes a drag of her cigarette*
Spot Conlon: *doesn't have to explain* Boidie said she had somethin for me..
Fighter: Oh yeah? *lifts her gaze to meet his evenly*
Spot Conlon: Heard 'bout somethin' happenin' on da Bridge on my way back...
Fighter: *raises an eyebrow* What'd you hear? *she hadn't heard anything and she clearly believed Hawk would keep his word and this wasn't about her*
Spot Conlon: Seems some chit decdied ta tangle with boidie and Hawkeye:.
Fighter: *her face grew slightly incredulous* *then it hit her* Jewel... *frowns* Stupid bint... *rolls her eyes at the thought of the girl* *hadn't she learnt her lesson yet*
Spot Conlon: Figured if I showed a poisonal interest it'd make the chit important.. just waitin for boidie ta fill me in... *knows birdie doesn't get upset for no reason, rarely ever gets involved*
Fighter: *nods* *agrees with him* She'll figure it out for herself, girls like her always do. *before they turn tail and run*
Spot Conlon: *takes a smoke out of his pocket and scowls* If the chit keeps causin trouble in my town it ain't gonna be pretty..
Fighter: I can imagine. *she didn't even need to imagine she remembered what happened with the ones who got to conlon* *takes another gulp of her drink, enjoying the burn*
Spot Conlon: *falls quiet, he had soldiers he was a king but he was a front line king*
Fighter: *smirks* If only looks could kill, Conlon. *she knew she was being a smartass, but he'd never taken it personally before* *takes a drag of her cigarette* City's been too quiet. *it was eerie*
Spot Conlon: *smirks, still scowling into his glass* If looks could kill, fightah I'd have killed a lotta people..
Fighter: You ain't the only one. *takes a drag of her cigarette* Somethin' else on your mind? *she knew what the answer would be but decided to ask anyway*
Spot Conlon: Nothin' ta concern youself with, Fighta... *then again it had been to quiet*
Fighter: *nods* *finishing her whiskey and motioning for another* Alright then...*she knew she'd know when it was necessary* *she didn't even want to really know before then, she had other thing to occupy her
Fighter: mind*
Spot Conlon: *don't poke broody conlon*(
Fighter: *knows better, thankyouverymuch* Heard Zeke's back...*yes, is so desperate to not sit in silence with conlon that she brought up zeke*
Spot Conlon: *wow that's a lot, raises a brow at her* Sent for 'im, told 'im ta get back... *narrows eyes a bit* Figure time to have a meetin
Fighter: *nods* *ignores the look she receives for the comment* Sounds like a good idea... *she was glad everyone was coming back around*
Spot Conlon: *smirks a bit and takes another drink from his drink* course it's a good idea, was my idea..
Fighter: *chuckles* *of course that was his response* Saw River at McGinty's the other day. *takes a drink from her glass once it's set in front of her*
Spot Conlon: Eh? How's 'e doin? *doesn't keep track of the relationship mumbo, it all changes anyway-- just doesn't like datin' in the borough when it's Zeke, people misunderstand him on that*
Fighter: *shrugs* Good..that girls aparently causing problems in the bronx too. *takes a drag from her cigarette before stubbing it out* *finds the whole thing rather comical*
Fighter: *jewel reminded her of a bird that kept chirping till it got its neck wrung*
Spot Conlon: *takes a drag from his own smoke* Yeah? What kinda problems? *and why isn't Dodger putting the ringer on her*
Fighter: Got into a fight with one of the girls. *shrugs* He said the girl leader there stopped it. *pulls out another cigarette, not lightint it yet*
Spot Conlon: Eh? when did the Bronx get a goil leadah?
Spot Conlon: And why da hell didn't Dodgah talk to me about it? *don't go making those calls mutter grumble*
Fighter: Not sure...while back Dodger asked her to help out. *birdie probably knew the specifics* Her brother died in that factory. *and that was the extent of her knowledgte on lexi*
Spot Conlon: *nods slowly, thinks* Dat kid dat Zeke brought back..
Fighter: *frowns* Yeah, him. *lights her cigarette, taking a deep drag*
Spot Conlon: *shrugs and takes another swig from his drink* Kids die.
Fighter: *didn't know the kid, so she didn't really care* *would've cared if it'd been gwennie* all the time..
Spot Conlon: *sits the glass on the table and gets up* I'm goin' ta bed. don't burn the place down.
Fighter: *sends him a parting smirk*