Post by Fighter Mallory on Feb 12, 2011 22:05:38 GMT -5
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Smalls: *saunters in and orders some whiskey, looking to drown her boredom*
Fighter: *takes a drag of her cig as she walks in* *notices smalls* *gives her a smirk, sits*
Smalls: *grins at Fighter's arrival and slides her the drink she just got, ordering another for herself* Heya Fight
Fighter: *lifts the drink to her lips* Hey, how ya been? *hasn't seen smalls in forever*
Smalls: *grabs her own drink when it arrives, taking a gulp* Not too bad *glances around and leands head on hand* Hear I missed out on some fun the othah night, too bad, been bored outta my mind
Fighter: *shakes her head* *smirks* Chit is bound to show up again, if nothing else her stupiditiy seems to run deep. *takes a drag of her cig*
Lucky: *makes an enterence-- or at least a small one-- muttering avoidance is AWESOME*
Fighter: *raises an eyebrow at lucky*
Smalls: *says hello to Lucky with a nod, tapping the bar for another drink for her*
Lucky: *wants shots, glances at Fighter* Saw Dano..
Fighter: *nods* Yeah I saw him the other night. *inbetween pounding the little chits face*
Lucky: *tosses an arm over smalls' shoulder in lue of greating and smirks a bit* Conlon's back too-- ]
Smalls: *raises her glass with a smirk* Brooklyn's back
Fighter: *smirks* *finishes her cigarette before stubbing it out*
Lucky: *slight smirk* Long live the king...
Smalls: *laughs lightly at Lucky's remark and downs the rest of her drink* Maybe things will finally start gettin' interesting around here
Smalls: *has been horrifically bored*
Fighter: *chuckles* *lifts her glass to her lips*
Lucky: *takes a gulp* Heh, a distraciton would be nice
Fighter: *nods emphatically* That it would. *finishes her drink, signals for another*
Lucky: *likes taking shots and sighes, closes her eyes*
Smalls: *sighs as well, taking a shot and leaning back in her chair before lighting a cigarette*
Fighter: What've you been up to lucks? *lifts her glass to her lips as soon as it's set down in front of her*
Lucky: *raises a brow and shrugs* Eh... trying to be a nun.. you?
Smalls: *snorts and Lucky's answer and gives her a "bullshit" look*
Fighter: *snickers* A nun? *shakes her head* Been in Manhattan a lot. *shrugs*
Lucky: ... *brow lift, snorts* .. Ace is in love with me and kissed me, I had to tell River he wants to kill him I dunno what to do...
Smalls: *rolls her eyes, never helpful with such things* Drop 'em both, useless bums
Lucky: .... I contemplated jumping off the bridge..
Fighter: *smirks* Easier to dump 'em...
Jewel: *enters* Hey everyone... *stops and looks around the room* Oh lord...
Fighter: *rolls her eyes and throws back her shot, motioning for another*
Jewel: Uh...Hi ladies. How've you been?
Lucky: *face palms* Get lost you dead weight..
Fighter: *narrows her eyes and glares at jewel* *pulls out a cigarette and lights it before turning back to wait for her drink*
Jewel: Jeez...I can't even come in here without getting dirty looks and harsh comments.
Fighter: *growls* You'd think the twit would be smart enough to leave. *takes a drag of her cigarette*
Lucky: *looks like she's htinking* Considerin.. the shit you were sayin about me the other night that I let slide? You're gettin off light
Shannon: *walks in, notes the crowd, then sits to order a drink* *thinks she always did have a thing for timing*
Jewel: What did I say to you, Lucky? There was so much harsh stuff thrown around that day in Queens...that I'm a little fuzzy.
Fighter: *nods in Shannon's direction*
Shannon: *nods back at Fighter and lifts glass in subtle toast*
Fighter: *turns and stares at Jewel* Probably got a bump on the head from me beating the shit out of you. Might wanna see a doc about that.
Jewel: *quickly turns to Shannon* Hi again. *Back to Lucky* Tell me, what's the problem?
Fighter: *rolls her eyes and turns to smalls* Looks like life is gonna get less boring for you.
Jewel: So what's the problem? are you not gonna tell me?
Roisin: *enters and heads for the corner table**Orders a drink and looks around with interest*
Shannon: *archs eyebrow but says nothing* *then mutters* She's just plain daft.
Smalls: *looks to fighter but frowns at her comment, not at all looking for entertainment in a girl that runs her mouth* Guess it is, who are you anyway? *asks the girl that's speaking to lucky*
Fighter: *turns in her stool to lean her elbows back on the bar and stare at jewel* How 'bout you just shove off you stupid bint? *smirks*
Jewel: *To Smalls* I'm Jewel. I work as a newsie in the Bronx. Used to be in Brooklyn but not for very long.
Jewel: I wasn't talking to you, Fighter!
Fighter: *raises an eyebrow* Worried I'll break some other part of your face? It can't get much worse looking then it is now.
Shannon: Doesn't have a lick of sense, that one. *shakes head and smiles to herself as she takes a drink*
Lucky: I an't talkin bought queens you dumb braod, I suggest you shut your damn mouth... *moves over and mutters all the shit this girl has done to brooklyn to smalls*
Smalls: *shrugs, indifferent, continues to drink* Don't remember ya. *turns to lucky* So who's it gonna be Lucks? The wimp from the Bronx or the other wimp from the bronx? *smirks good naturedly*
Jewel: Thankfully, the doc says my nose will heal..but too bad I can't say the same for my eye. You really worked me over the other night, Fghter.
Lucky: *head walls on Small's shoulder* you bitch..
Jewel: *To Lucky* Oh I'm dumb? *snickers* look in the mirror, girl. You're the one caught between 2 men right now...not me.
Roisin: *sees that Jewel is getting mouthy with some other girls and smirks**doesn't know about the other girls, but Jewel didn't seem like much of a fighter last night when they met*
Smalls: *ruffles her hair with her hand* right back at'cha
Lucky: *smirks at Jewel* Yeah and at least I can get one.. instead flirtin with everythin' with three legs and some that has two
Fighter: So why are you still talking to us?
Fighter: *really thinks this chick is stupid*
Jewel: *to Lucky* Yeah Lucky, which ones it gonna be?
Lucky: ..... who the fuck are you, stay outta my business
Fighter: *crosses her arms and raises a brow at jewel* You're a daft one, ain't ya?
Smalls: *dramatically turns to Jewel, finally annoyed* This don't concern you, got it? *is overly protective of lucky, as if she needs it*
Jewel: I have a man...but he don't live here.
Fighter: *laughs loudly* Oh is that why you go around flirting with half of Brooklyn?
Shannon: *catches Roisin's smirk and sends her a smile* I think the lass is bloody daft. Saw her get near beat to hell by the one called Fighter just a few days ago.
Jewel: *sighs* the people in his borough...I swear. You all have one track minds... Shoot first, ask questions later.
Jewel: Fighter...Let me tell you something. What happened between Banshee and that night was a mistake. He made that very clear.
Fighter: Just where you're concerned, lass. *narrows her eyes* But saying shit like that is why you're face looks like that.
Lucky and I said Banshee hates your ugly ass..
Lucky: *snorts and looks at Fighter-- then at smalls* Be back.. *gets up to hit the ladies room*
Roisin: *raises her brow* An' she came back? *laughs* No' too smart, that....
Jewel: I could've gone blind because of you...but then again it would be worth it if I didn't have to look at your face, Fighter!
Fighter: *nods her head at Lucky, smirking*
Shannon: *nods head amused* Like I said, bloody daft. And still shooting off that mouth of hers. Asking for trouble that lass
Fighter: *laughs* And yet your the one with a boyfriend who's "out of town" *lays on the sarcasm for the last few words* *shakes her head* *grabs her glass and lifts in a toast* To your face.
Jewel: Yeah, but I guarantee this... If he were here...He wouldn't let this shit happen to me.
Roisin: *takes a sip of her drink* Said she was from the Bronx last night. An' the others? I've no' seen 'em in Queens, though I haven't been there long
Fighter: Oh yeah? *leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands* *pretends to be at rapt attention* And what would he do?
Shannon: Brooklyn lasses, I work at McGintys and seen them pass through a time or two. Me name is Shannon, by the way
Jewel: He'd possibly kill you...and I mean literally. He takes no shit from anyone.
Roisin: *sets her drink down and offers hand with an apologetic grin* Roisin.... Sorry, my manners got a little derailed by the...entertainment, aye?
Shannon: Ach, think nothing of it lass, tis understandable circumstances being what they are *shakes Roisin's hand* I've found this place to be ripe for entertainment lately
Fighter: *snorts* Oh he'd kill me? Better hope he doesn't show up in Brooklyn then, lass, cause I'll be sure to let my boys know about him. *smirks* *raises her glass in a silent toast and throws it back*
Jewel: You won't live 2 seconds if you touch him...I'd kill you if you did.
Banshee: *walkes in and scans room, seeing Jewel**mutters* Ah, Jaysus! *heads straight to the bar and orders a shot*
Smalls: *snickers at thought of Brooklyn boys hearing about some guy threatening their girls*
Fighter: Oh..now you're gonna kill me? *smirks* Make up your mind lass, are you gonna kill me or is he?
Jewel: *sees Banshee* Well, look who decided to show his face.
Jewel: Both of us would, Fighter. He taught me to fight.
Fighter: *laughs* And look how that turned out for you. *motions to her broken and bruised face*
Shannon: *sees Banshee walk in and notes his reaction to Jewel* Ach and the plot thickens.
Jewel: My nose and right eye might be busted...but my soul isn't broken yet.
Fighter: Really? So it wasn't you begging me to kill you the other night?
Roisin: So it would seem! *settles back to watch the show* So where is McGinty's? I've no' been there. Only really been in Queens since I got here
Roisin: *notices Shannon's comment* Who's the lad then?
Jewel: I was thinking about it back in the Bronx, and I thought that I still have to do lots of things before I die.
Shannon: *settles back beside Roisin* Pub down in Brooklyn, I've been working there about a year. Tis a lively place - though not nearly as much as this place as of late
Banshee: *takes his shot, ignoring Jewel, and orders a pint before moving to a table*
Fighter: *rolls her eyes* Yeah? Any other great revelations come with that one...like I don't know...staying away from me.
Shannon: Not sure about the lad, but he didn't seem much pleased to see the mouthy red headed lass. *shrugs* May just be the reaction she brings out in others.
Fighter: *leans back once more, finishing her drink and putting the glass on the bar* *turns her back on jewel, a sign of how little of a threat fight sees her as*
Jewel: See, I don't wanna die...but I have no problem fighting for what I want.
Roisin: *nods* She does seem t' have an interestin' effect on people.... *smirks* Talks alot too, yeah?
Fighter: *ignores her* *is done with the stupid little chit* *she can't fight and on top of that she's a moron* *raises her glass in banshee's direction when it arrives* Hey. *smirks*
Lucky: *comes back and sets next to Banshee at the table, motions to Fighter to come sit* Oy mate..
Jewel: *walking over to Shannon and Roisin* *To Roisin* Hey there... You were in the here last night, weren't ya?
Banshee: *smirks and tips his glass towards her before taking a drink* Hey
Shannon: Aye, too much if ye ask me. *rolls eyes* How do ye like Queens? Haven't made it that way much meself
Roisin: *eyes her before glancing towards the Brooklyn girls**doesn't want to get caught on the wrong side of anything* I was, aye....
Fighter: *stands and walks over to them, cigarette in one hand drink in the other* *plops down in a chair*
Roisin: *to Shannon* Only been there a week or so... Seems alright so far
Shannon: We dont be wanting trouble, lass *glances over at the group from Brooklyn* And it seems to follow you around like a bad habit
Shannon: *to Roisin* Still finding your way around then, aye?
Banshee: *takes another drink and eyes the two girls* T' what do I owe the pleasure, then? *not really met Lucky besides seeing her around*
Jewel: I'm just trying to talk...it's like it's become a crime to try and be friendly to someone.
Lucky: *lifts her glass* Did good on the bridge, mate...
Fighter: *smirks* Don't like the company? *slightly sarcastic* *joking*
Lucky: Birdie is homicidal when she's angry
Roisin: *grins* Aye... Big place! *laughs* Bigger than Dublin, I think. Least it seems that way, though that might be cause I don't know my way around...
Lucky: *nods at Figher* this crazy bitch just hits people
Fighter: *glances at Lucky* She's begging for a repeat of the other night. *glances at jewel and smirks* I don't think her face can really take it.
Shannon: Ah Dublin *smiles at the memory of her homeland* Aye seems bigger than Dublin at first but you'll find your way around eventually. Ye just over from Dublin then?
b]Jewel:
Banshee: *shrugs a little at Lucky with a little smirk* Just tryin' t' stay outta trouble, ya know? *rolls his eyes at Fighter* No' complainin' at all, love
Jewel: *either
Fighter: *smirks at Lucky* Who, me? *innocent*
Lucky: *laughs* some twits don't know when to stay down or shut up-- if killin weren't a hangin offence we'd be givin' people cement shoes and sinkin em in the hudson more
Fighter: *spares a glance at Jewel* Got worse from Gwennie, lass. Split lip isn't really a win for you. *grins brightly then, showing how the lip is already healing and only a small bruise remains*
Fighter: *snorts* That's the truth of it. *turns back to Banshee and smirks*
Roisin: *nods* Ringsend. I miss it, ya know? *sighs, then smiles. Doesn't like to dwell too long* But I'm seein' new things here, an' meetin' new people....
Lucky: *nudges fight with her elbow and takes another drink from her beer*
Jewel: *laughs* Gwennie hit you?! Oh my god...that's funny. You're lucky youre a quick mover. I might not have been so merciful to you. I told you the other night.
Shannon: Aye plenty to miss *returns smile* But I find I like it here, always something to do, people to see
Fighter: *rolls her eyes* You really are stupid, aren't you? I said she would cause more damage then you. *is really trying to control her temper and not murder jewel tonight*
Banshee: *takes a drink and chokes on it hearing Jewels words**laughs* Showed ya a bit o' mercy, did she, Fight?
Fighter: Oh, aye..*smirks* *forcing herself to calm down*
Roisin: *grins again at the scene before them* I'm thinkin' you're right! But this... *nods* This is no' so different from back home, here... *rolls her eyes with a chuckle*
Banshee: *motions for two more drinks**slides one in front of Fighter**smirks* Since we came close t' loosin' ya an' all...*finishes off his first drink*
Lucky: *looks at Fighter and orders her another shot*
Shannon: Aye, some things are very much the same *shakes head at scene and laughs* Ye want a good taste of home, swing by McGinty's one day. We get to singing and dancing some days
Fighter: *snorts* *raises her shot and then tosses it back* Would've been tragic that's for sure.
2011-02-09 20:41:42 Lucky: psh crazy bitch like you Fight? you'd haunt us until we avenged your ass..
Fighter: Aye..*nods her head* That I would. *smirks*
Banshee *winks* Woulda been a bloody fine wake though....
Lucky: *chuckles* drunk Brooks kids.. we'd have a party in your honor mate.. to many of us are irish.. *isn't.. italian but still*
Roisin: *looks at her with interest* I might have t' do that! Been missin' the music for sure!
Fighter: *laughs* As long as there's plenty of whiskey to go around drink a few for me.
Lucky: Of course, that's how the Irish do it, right? *brow lift* I'm Italian and Roma.. my mum's people do it that way from what I know
Banshee: The way it would be flowin', I'd no' be surprised if ya came back t' life *pulls out a cigarette and lights it*
Jewel: *smiling* That is how the Irish do it, Lucky.
Shannon: Then ye must come round sometime! Bridgette gets to playing her fiddle and I get to singing and dancing. Just like the pubs back home when things get roarin'
Roisin: *laughs* I'm a great one for the singin', though it's hard t' get me t' stop! An' the dancin' too, if the lads are pretty enough.... *winks*
Shannon: *joins in laughter* Why stop then? I say if it makes yer heart sing then that's what matters. Oh aye, the lads are pretty enough and willin' enough for dance when the drink is flowing
Lucky: *smirks at Banshee, holds out her hand* Propper introductions mate, Lucky....
Roisin: *nods* Then ya can expect t' see me around sooner than later, Shannon, an' thats the truth *takes a sip of her drink*
Fighter: *smirks* *slouches in her seat getting comfortable*
Banshee: *takes it firmly* Banshee. Nice t' meet ya proper an' all.... Seen ya around a bit, but *shrugs* Busy lass, aye?
Lucky: *snorts and shakes his hand firm* No idea mate.. no idea. It's been a shitty week...
Fighter: *scowls* You're telling me. *beating the shit outta jewel was the highlight of her week*
Shannon: I look forward to it then lass *finishes drink* We'll show ye a good time and perhaps sing a song or two, aye?
Banshee: *takes drag from his cigarette and leans back* Sounds like.... *not gonna pry, but willing to listen*
Jewel: *sighing* *muttering to herself* *buries her head between her hands* Oh boy...
Roisin: *smiles**honestly* I'm lookin' forward t' it *finishes her own drink* Well, I should be gettin' back, I think... Was a pleasure t' meet ya!
Fighter: *realizes she spoke aloud and raises her head* *smirks* Ah, it's nothing...*smirks*
Shannon: *smiles geuninely as well* Aye lasst, twas a pleasure indeed. I'll keep an eye out for ye at McGintys then.
Lucky: Seriously.. trade ya..
Roisin: *nods* Til then! *heads out the door*
Fighter: *smirks* I'm not sure you would. *still dealing with guilt over some of her actions* *and the new stress with hawk knowing about dave just sort of adds to it* *is actually starting ot think it's more
Fighter: stressful that just hawk and birdie know then it was when no one did or would be when everyone knew*
Fighter: Pounding the chits face was the highlight of my week. *grins*
Banshee: *glances between the two girls**wonders if he should leave the two friends to talk*
Banshee: *takes a drink**grins back at Fighter* Least she's outta Brooklyn, aye? Gotta help some...
Fighter: You'd think. *smirks* She likes to start trouble here too.
Banshee: *sighs dramatically* She's been makin' rather free wit' my name... *gives Fight and Lucky a roguish wink* Doin' terrible things t' my reputation, she is.
Lucky: *laughs* Oh good lord mate you fit in just fine.. only guy we've got that isn't a rogue is Danny-- and he's obsessed with some Bread Tart in the Bronx... and won't talk to her..
Smalls: *Saunters over to brooklyn table,, hands full of drinks* *sets them down firmly with a splash and pulls up a chair* Repuation? Who the hell are ya?
Fighter: *chuckles* Aye, that she is. I thought you might love her or something with what she was saying. *is exaggerating*
Fighter: *snorts at smalls* *lifts up one of the glass she set down and swallows some quickly*
Jewel: *muttering to herself* *laying her head on the counter* *to herself* I didn't mean to do anything wrong?
Lucky: .......Smalls, this here is Banshee... Bansh.. this is my best mate and practical sistah Smalls..
Smalls: *gives him a nod, okay with him if Lucky was*
Banshee: *rolls his eyes* Got that a wee bit backwards, Fight....*nods back at Smalls* Pleasure.
Jewel: *rolls her eyes*
Fighter: Well I'd use obsessed when referring to how she feels 'bout you. *gives him a sardonic smile*
Lucky: *laughs* Oy poor mate... stalker already-- welcome to brooklyn
Fighter: *nudges him lightly with her elbow* We all get them from time to time.
Banshee: *scowls slightly and takes another drink**afraid they might be right**lightly* Can't help it the lasses love me
Smalls: *smirks at memories* But ours don't last long.. *cracks her knuckles*
Fighter: *wouldn't worry* *thought the girl must have a high pain tolerance to even be here with her face as broken as it was* No they don't.
Jewel: *takes a pack of smokes out of her jacket pocket and lights one* Shit...my life sucks.
Lucky: *tosses and arm over Smalls shoulders* Remembah Alley Cat? Didn't we dump her in the river?
Banshee: *raises a brow in interest* Do tell, love
Jewel: *sighs louder*
Smalls: *grins fondly at the memory* Somethin' like that, probably took her sorry ass ta Jersey
Fighter: *laughs* *remembers hearing about that girl*
Lucky: *sighs and digs out a smoke* Those were the days Smalls, gotta say I don't miss the food in jail
Smalls: *laughs out right, smacking the table* *has had a few too many* Jail wasn't nothin', they couldn't hold us
Banshee: *takes a drink and tips his glass in silent agreement**didn't remember the food being that great during his own stay*
Fighter: *had a short stay, tries to avoid thinking of it*
Jewel: *doesn't mean to eavesdrop* *laughs at what she hears from the other tables*
Smalls: *says something slightly incoherant and staggers back to lodging house*
Fighter: *nods her head at smalls*
Banshee: *takes a drag from cigarette before putting it out and taking another drink*
Fighter: *leans back in her chair and crosses her arms*
Lucky: *shakes her head and watches smalls* I should follow her back make sure she doesn't go snoggin' Skitts again-- talk to you later...*gets up and follows*
Fighter: Left in the dust. *smirks*
Banshee: *tips his glass towards Lucky* See ya *glances at Fighter**takes a drink*
Banshee: *smirks* I'm sure us talkative sorts'll do alright without 'em, yeah?
Fighter: *chuckles* Of course..no idea how you'll shut me up.
Banshee: *wiggles his eyebrows suggestively**completely joking* I'm a rogue, remember? I'm sure I'd think o' somethin'..... *winks*
Fighter: *smirks* *bites her lip* Ach..I'd bet you'd like to do something like that.
Banshee: *shugs with an easy grin* Maybe, maybe no'.... *smirks* No' worth gettin' my arse kicked over findin' out, I'm thinkin'.... Been slapped once this month, an' no' lookin' for another
Fighter: *chuckles* Not to worry, Bansh...I ain't plannin on kissing ye or slapping ye.
Banshee: *nods* Nice t' know there's at least one lass wit' some self control..... *smirks**sarcastically* That's why I like ya! Ya make me feel safe *finishes drink and motions for more*
Fighter: *chuckles* Guess most can't resist those lips?
Banshee: *glances around and leans in conspiritorially* Made the lass's temerature rise, so she said, an' that was without kissin' her back...Imagine what would happen if I had, aye? *winks and leans back*
Fighter: *rolls her eyes* All that twit did was make your ego bigger..
Banshee: *laughs* Aye, maybe she did at that.... Glad t' be shut o' her anyway. *shrugs* Till somethin' worse comes along, anyway *glances at her**sighs* Always somethin'...
Banshee: *shakes his head with a little grin* Guess it keeps things interestin' though
Emma: *is sneaking into the place, glances around-- because well being the borough baby sister DOES have pitfalls*
Jewel: *sees Emma come in* Hey Emma.
Banshee: *finishes his drink and stands* I'm headin' back t' the lodge... Ya stayin', then, or ya wanna come with?
Emma: *looks up at Jewel and rolls her eyes* oy.. no way am I talking to you *leaves*
Jewel: *watches emma leave* *mutters to herself* Wow...that was rude.
Birdie: *comes into the bar and heads over and orders herself a draft and a couple shots*
Hawkeye: *follows Birdie in, nods to the bar tender and gets a pint* *takes a place next to her*
Birdie *sits down at one of the tables and watches him for a moment before taking a shot-- hasn't said much at all*
Jewel: *mutters when she sees Birdie and Hawkeye* Oh crap
Hawkeye: *sips his beer and watches her carefully, wondering what's on her mind* You've been quiet lately... *more so than usual, because she usually talked so easily with him*
Jewel: *in a friendly way* *smiling at them* Hi, you two.
Birdie: *ignores Jewel all together-- looks at Hawk*... you know why... *because it's different and it has changed* ignoring it won't make it go away will it?
Jewel: *frowning* So, it's the cold shoulder treatment for me, huh?
Jewel: *shrugs and leaves*
Hawkeye: *glances at Jewel, but doesn't respond. sends her a warning glare to stay away* *runs a hand through his hair* No... 'spose it won't. *knows exactly what she's talking about and has been trying
Hawkeye: to ignore it*
Hawkeye: *smirks at her quick departure, though he's almost disappointed he hasn't had a chance to hit her yet*
Birdie: *doesn't even notice she's left becasue-- the girl don't exist to her. looks down at her glass and watches it for a moment* Doesn't work...
Hawkeye: *pats his pockets for a cigarette but finds none. smoked his last on the way to the bar* *sighs and takes a sip of his beer**knows what she means* Well aren't exactly the sort to talk abou it, but...
Hawkeye: maybe we should. *looks at her ernestly*
Birdie: *looks up at him from her drink, tapping her finger against the glass* What to say....
Hawkeye: *shrugs and takes a gulp of beer* *hell if he knows, this is exactly why he's been avoiding it*
Birdie: *takes a shot, snorts a bit, always knows what to say always has an answer for everything* ... what do we do? This isn't.... your not.. *out of her element in this*
Hawkeye: Shit, Soph... *sighs, runs both hands through his hair*
Birdie: ... what do you want me to say, Sean? I'm as out of my element on this as you are..
Hawkeye: *snort, half-smile* yeah, well it's your fault for bein so damn...*exasperated* adorable!
Hawkeye: *leans back and smirks at her* *he's out of his element with this, but he can't help but like that it's finally coming to light*
Birdie: *sits straight up and blinks at him-- staring at him for a moment* huh? *for once in her life, looks shocked. No one has ever called her adorable before*
Hawkeye: *shrugs and sips his beer* You heard me
Birdie: *looks at her drink, foot moving as she tries not to blush-- glares at her drink* I ain't adorable... *brooks girls weren't adorable*
Hawkeye: *leans forward* But ya are, damnit, an' that's what's got us in this mess.
Hawkeye: *he couldn't fuckin resist her and it irked him. he was never like this with girls*
Birdie: *eyes flicker up to his face, controls her foot tapping to look at him-- is never nervous, never blushes, never-- any of this* Why the hell is it my fault?
Hawkeye: *shakes his head and sighs* It's not, really. I just...don't know what to do *hates saying that. might be the first time he's ever said that*
Birdie: ... kept.. thinking about.. the bridge.. *looks back at her glass and takes a fast long drink*
Hawkeye: *glances at her* Which part?
Birdie: when you grabbed me..... twit don't mean a damn... *wishe she had more to drink...*
Hawkeye *brows furrow in confusion* Why that part? *he'd known the movement had helped calm her down, but still didn't know why*
Birdie: *reaches up and takes her hat off, folding her arms and leaning them on the table* felt you... your heart beat in my back.... you breathing too.. *informant aware of eveyrthing*
Hawkeye: *blinks* *slow smile* felt all that, didja..*runs a hand though his hair, watches her closely* and...? *is pushing her beyond what she's comfortable with and he knows it* *dying to hear more*
Birdie: *looks up at him and glares* Pushing Sean.. *felt everything nad that's unnerving*
Hawkeye: *grins and chuckles* Can't help it.. *sighs* look, Soph, we could...keep it quiet. *most people who tried that wouldn't be able to pull it off, but they were different* If anyone can, it's you n me
Birdie: *taps her finger against the glass* ... Sean I don't care if all a Brooklyn knows...
Hawkeye: *growls and sighs in frustration* then what's the problem?
Birdie: .. you really want me? *isn't.. hey only ever kissed one person come on, Hawkeye*
Hawkeye: *leans forward* More than you know.. *sometimes forgets how innocent she is when it comes to men. he's anything but* *likes that about her*
Birdie: *leaning slightly on the table, watching him-- two years ins't ligthyears, but--* Don't know how you think I'm adorable, Sean..
Hawkeye: *smirks* you're an aquired taste. *is joking* *chuckles* Soph, does it matter? ...I do
Birdie: *shakes her head a little bit, looking at him-- slight smile* so are you, Sean... but who else gets me....
Hawkeye: *chuckles* *he's been called many things, but can't remember that ever being one of them* Just me, I hope.
Birdie: *smiles just a bit at his chuckle* Can't.. be me with anyone else much..
Hawkeye: *nods* Good, then I won't have ta worry about anyone else seein what they're missin without you
Birdie: *shoves her hand in his face* Jesus... *is blushing agian*
Hawkeye: *gins and dodges her hands* *takes a sip of his almost forgotten beer* *quirks an eyebrow at her* So whatcya think, hmm?
Birdie: *has one hand over her mouth and his looking down at her drink before back at him* Think of what?
Hawkeye: *shrugs* Bout all of this... ya think ya gonna let me take care of ya? *he knew she didn't much takin care of, but he wanted her to be his. this was just a nicer and less possive way of saying that*
Birdie: *raises a brow at him, shifts a bit in the chair and looks down at her drink, tugging on the end of her hair absently* you don't need to take care of me, Sean... but dont' mind.. being with you either
Hawkeye: *nods* Ya never know, Soph... I just wanna be there for ya. *actually smiles* *pats the chiar next to him, inviting her nearer, and motions for more beers*
Birdie: *raises a brow a bit beofre shifting into the chair and looking at him, more beer is good* You are there for me aint ya?
Hawkeye: *rests arm on the back of her chair and places one of the beers infront of her* *looks down at her seiously and nods* Always.
Birdie: *takes the beer and tips it to her lips, swallowing in a few gulps since her mouth went a bit dry after a minute pulls it away* Me too, Sean..
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