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Post by Administrator on Aug 30, 2008 21:44:23 GMT -5
Need to warm up? Grab a seat about the warm fire!
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jun 8, 2009 22:36:52 GMT -5
Danny sighed, downing the last of his drink before collapsing onto the sofa. He gazed at the old embers in the cold fireplace and absently swirled his empty glass, lost in thought. He'd told Tate he'd take care of it, take care of whatever scum left her beaten and bloodied on the sidewalk, and had yet to accomplish anything. He didn't like waiting, knowing whoever did it was out there living their life, receiving no consequences for their actions. His jaw tensed briefly and his blank gaze into the coals intensified.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 8, 2009 22:41:57 GMT -5
Lucky winced when she saw him and let out a soft sigh as she approached leaning over the back of the couch down at her friend, how did she approach this kind of matter?
"Hey Danno.." her voice was soft, and that was out of the ordinary for the very brash Lucky.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jun 8, 2009 22:51:22 GMT -5
The weight on the back of the couch broke his revere and he glanced over, looking up at Lucky and offering an insincere half-grin. "Care ta join me?" He lifted his glass half-heartedly. He wasn't normally one to drown his sorrows away, he just took care of them. The inability to act was wearing on him.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 8, 2009 22:59:54 GMT -5
She bit her lip, good christ just out with it Lucky don't bat around the bush huh!
"Hey Danno.. I've got some news from 'hattan.. it--- it really ain't good.." she rounded the couch and sat down. This would be like telling-- well she wasn't sure but she ran her hand threw her hair as she tried to figure out how to word it.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jun 8, 2009 23:07:27 GMT -5
"Hey Danno.. I've got some news from 'hattan.. it--- it really ain't good.."
He shifted around to see her better, watching her face intently as she came around the sofa and sat down. Rubbing his eyes he attempted to clear away the haze that several drinks tended to cause, sighing as he spoke. "What, they got more kids missing?" It wasn't a secret that Manhattan was being hit hardest in the recent string of kidnappings, but somehow that kind of news didn't match the specific, and very unusual tone in her voice.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 8, 2009 23:11:43 GMT -5
She turned around and met his eyes evenly, she had to but it was a little bit hard. "Tate's missin', Medda ain't seen her in a few days and she left the lodging house a few days ago.. no one.. knows where she is.." and she really hoped Danny didn't start swinging.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Jun 8, 2009 23:34:59 GMT -5
He blinked several times as his mind caught up with her words. Furrowing his brow he rubbed a hand down his face, resting his elbows on his knees a moment before getting up, dropping his glass on the table. Without giving Lucky a second glance he made his way to the door, grabbing an abandoned half-full mug of beer on his way and downing it before making his exit.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 8, 2009 23:36:30 GMT -5
"Oh shit.." Lucky jumped up and made after him, if she didn't he was going to do something rash and stupid..... since when did keeping Danny out of trouble become her job.. or anyones for that matter. Damn it...
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Post by Bridgette O'Malley on Sept 21, 2009 0:03:27 GMT -5
((New Day)) Bridgette O'Malley looked around the pub before she let out a sigh and dropped like a petite, blond ragdoll onto one of the plush chairs beside the fire. She stretched like a cat and let out a sigh, letting her head fall back a little bit as she smiled. Her feet were killing her, her back hurt but she was still tapping her foot to a jaunty tune in her head as she closed her eyes and listened to the fire crackle. She started to hum red is the rose, most of the songs she'd grown up with were sad ones of love lost and the pain of mourning after. Even so, Bridgette herself was not a dire sort, she tapped her foot and smiled a little wishing her brother was working and that someone had a fiddle so there could be some dancing. Well not time like the present, she got up and walked behind the bar, pulling out her fiddle and heading back towards the fireside where she pulled it out and played a low and slow tune. Filling the pub with music. It was just her way really, music made her happiest. Even when life was at it's darkest. Music could turn anything around. |
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Post by Styx Kennedy on Sept 21, 2009 2:29:03 GMT -5
Styx walked into McGinty’s, grumbling about not having a decent pub in Queens. He wasn’t bothered by the Brooklyn people like most, but by the all the travel necessary to get here. Stalking up to the bar, he ordered two Heinekens: one to chug and one to nurse afterwards. It had been one of those days. One of those weeks, to be honest. Nike’s fragile condition didn’t seem to be getting any better and he was constantly worried she’d take a turn for the worse. Finishing the first beer in one less time than it took to order it, he clunked the empty bottle down and picked up the next. It took a lot of alcohol to get Styx buzzed and he only hoped he had enough money to do it.
Melancholy music began flowing from near the fire and his bottle paused, halfway to his mouth. The song reminded him of the type his da used to play and he could feel it beginning to work the stress out of his shoulders. The twins had both been taught how to play, but it’d been a while since he’d actually picked up a violin. Looking toward the source of the tune, he saw a beautiful blond girl relaxing in one of the chairs, the graceful instrument tucked under her chin.
With confidence born from years of seducing women, Styx got up and walked quietly toward the fireplace. He decided not to try to win her over like usual, but to just let things flow. Brooklyn girls seemed to like it better that way. “Can I ask where ya learned that song, bird?”
(Today’s lesson in Irish slang - Bird (n): girl generally, or girlfriend)
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Post by Bridgette O'Malley on Sept 21, 2009 2:36:41 GMT -5
Bridgette was on her break and lost in the music, it was no surprise to anyone that knew her that she was lost in a moment in a song but her eyes snapped open when someone spoke to her. She tilted her head towards him and offered him a smile. Where had she learned it?
"Dunno," she responded with a slight shrug, her accent was a lot more thick than most that came to New York. She didn't come there as a child, no she'd only been in the city not even a year yet. She set the fiddle on her lap and offered him a small smile, the lad looked like he was in a way. And a poor one at that. "Used ta hear it at the pub often back home. Ya like music then?" Blond hair and blue eyes were not synonymous with anything Irish. But Bridgette hadn't every been anything but.
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Post by Styx Kennedy on Sept 21, 2009 2:51:08 GMT -5
"Yeah, I do, actually. My da played an' ya might say I caught the bug from him." Styx gaver her a crooked grin and sat down on the couch, resting his elbows on his knees. The girl's accent was thicker than his own, but between living in Holland and then NYC, it was only to be expected. He took a sip of his beer and looked over at her.
"How long ago'd you come over here, if ya don' mind me askin?" he'd learned long ago that it was best to play it safe around Brookies, as they tended to be more suspicious and secretive than other New Yorkers (and that was saying something). She didn't seem to be the usual hard-ass Brooklyn girl though, so he was pretty sure she'd be more open than the others. Something about McGinty's must draw cheery barmaids...
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Post by Bridgette O'Malley on Sept 21, 2009 2:57:57 GMT -5
She smirked in return, folding her hands over one another she brushed out her skirts. Truth she lived in Brooklyn but she wasn't from there, so she didn't have all the ingrained tendencies that most of them had. The blond shrugged, "Couldna be more then a year come December. From Kildare. Where ya hail from?" Who are your people, it was an Irish thing. She'd come to find out how small the world really was. Running into Shannon and finding her brother all in one fail swoop.
And only in a span of days. Riley to for that matter but she wasn't speaking to him. Again, tilting her head she looked down at her fiddle for a moment before she handed it over. "Play a tune! Might lift yer spirits more than the spirits can.."
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Oct 13, 2009 19:57:49 GMT -5
[New Day]
Daisy was bustling about the pub, balancing a steady stream of customers during an early afternoon shift, when she finally got a chance to breath a took a moment to settle on a chair in front of the fireplace. McGinty's had been busy since she arrived, which helped keep her mind and hands busy and away from counting the moments until Jerry would step through the door to walk her home, something of a routine that they had developed that she savored and helped her get through the day.
She sighed a little and then smiled to herself as she started humming softly, knowing she needed to get to clearing some of the tables but wanting a few moments more to rest her feet. There would be time enough for clearing and serving once the dinner crowd began arriving.
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