Small Corner Table

[jewelkent]

((OOC: If no one minds, I'm gonna just post here. I need a new place.))

Jewel looked over from where she sat, and couldn't believe her luck. There in a small table in the corner sat Banshee and Fighter. She rolled her eyes "Great...Just what I need. Maybe I can just go say 'Hello' to them. They seem to be having a good time." she muttered to herself out loud.

She then walked over to the small table where she found two of her housemates sitting. Fighter was swallowing down alcohol like crazy, and Banshee was just talking with her.

"Hiya, Guys! I had no idea youse would be 'ere. How's ya night been so far?" Jewel asked in a casual tone of voice. She was determined to get on the friendly side with these two.

Jewel then looked up at Banshee, her green eyes narrowed slightly, but then she broke into a small smile "Hey, Banshee. How's it rollin'?" she asked, her mind playing back her scenario with him from earlier.

She looked around at the people on the dance floor, and decided that this would be just what she needed.

A sly smile played across her lips, as she kept her eyes on Banshee "So, would you care ta dance? Or...Was I interupptin' something between you guys?" she asked.

(OOC: Sorry, I just decided to jump in here. I hope it's okay.))

[Fighter Mallory]

She laughed a bit when he said that they could make that happen and nodded her head slightly, "Oh, I'm sure we could." She would enjoy punching someone in the face right about now. Fighter had been restless for the last week or so and that was contributing to what she was feeling. When he topped off her shot glass she offered a smirk and raised it in a silent toast before tossing it back. Fighter gave him a shrug, her lips quirking into a quick grin. "No idea," But she was thoroughly enjoying herself drinking with the Irish boy who reminded her of her uncle.

Fighter saw someone approaching the table out of the corner of her eye and turned to see who it was. She had to bite back a sigh and force herself not to roll her eyes as her face returned to it's usual smirk. Instead of answering Jewel's question, Fighters eyes turned towards Banshee as she remembered what Jewel had told her happened. She snickered quietly under her breath when Jewel asked him to dance, all the while keeping quiet.

She couldn't wait to see how this played out and she silently congratulated herself on her earlier assumption that Jewel would at the very least be very entertaining to keep around. Just as long as she wasn't getting on Fighter's last nerve. Fighter arched an eyebrow questionably at Banshee, her eyes bright with the mirth she was trying to keep in.

[Banshee O'Hara]

Banshee was raising the bottle to his lips once more when he noticed an annoyed look pass over Fighter's face before settling into her customary smirk. He paused, the bottle just shy of his lips, intending to ask her what was wrong. His question was answered when he heard an all too familiar voice behind him. He closed his eyes briefly, taking a long swallow before returning the bottle slowly to the table. As he slid it back towards Fighter, his eyes met hers and narrowed slightly at the girl's obvious enjoyment of his discomfort.

Banshee wondered if word had already gotten around about what had happened earlier. The thought didn't set well with him, as there were only three people involved, and he knew he hadn't said anything. He doubted Conlon would have, as he had way more important things on his mind than things of that nature, so that just left Jewel, and he could only imagine what she would spread about.

He glanced up at Jewel, his dark eyes guarded. "It's rollin'," he acknowledged, repeating his answer from the last time she had asked him that. He looked away and turned back towards Fighter. Damned if the girl wasn't still laughing at him, though only her eyes gave her away.

Banshee's eye's widened slightly as Jewel asked him to dance, and he glanced up at her quickly, catching the sly look she gave as she glanced between him and Fighter while asking if she were interuppting anything. He wondered vaguely if the girl had a death wish, as, assuming she had interupted something, she had to know that Fighter wouldn't let her get away unscathed.

He met Fighter's eyes again, his own eyes as close to pleading as they'd ever been. When all he got from her was a smirk that clearly said you're on your own, he mouthed thanks with a roll of his eyes as turned once more towards Jewel.

"No' interruptin' anythin' but a friendly drink an' good conversation," he said, smirking at Fighter, as what they had could barely be classified a conversation. More like a mutual enjoyment of silence, he thought. Seeing that she was barely controlling laughter, he shot her another dark look, though the humor of the situation was starting to make it hard for him to keep his own face straight.

He raised his eyes to Jewel's once more. "The last time I tried t' be a gentleman, I got me face slapped for me trouble," he drawled as he looked her over. "Forgive me for no' bein' in a hurry t' turn the other cheek, as they say, aye?" He gave her a shrug and shot Fighter a devilish grin. "Besides, I've two left feet, an' ye'd no' have any fun anyways." He gave Jewel his best try at a sheepish look, hoping his was more believable than the one Fighter had attempted earlier.

[jewelkent]

Jewel felt guilty about what had happened earlier between her and Banshee. She looked into his eyes, and frowned.

She raised her hand to stroke the side of Banshee's face that had received her slap.

"I'm so sorry for hurting you like that. I do not know what came over me." she sighed.

Her green eyes sparkled with hope.

"Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" she asked.

(OOC: This oughta be good. :> )

[Fighter Mallory]

Fighter gave Banshee a devilish smirk and lifted her cigarette to her lips, taking a deep drag before stubbing it out on the table and dropping the butt to the ground. She couldn't help but shake her head slightly when he said the only thing Jewel was interrupting was good conversation. They'd barely spoken, but she was enjoying the companionable silence they'd had.

She couldn't help but laugh when Banshee said she'd slapped him. Jewel had left that out of the story and it made her request for a dance all the more hilarious in Fighter's book. The girl had some brass ones to be so bold. Fighter bit her lip to keep from laughing again at Banshee stealing her line from earlier. She raised an eyebrow at his expression, knowing it looked just as out of place on his face as it had on her own. She kept those thoughts to herself though, like she kept most of her thoughts.

Fighter glanced over at Jewel, her patent smirk firmly planted on her face as her foot continued to tap in time with the music. She couldn't help but wonder what was going through the girls mind that she had slapped one of the guys. She also wondered if Conlon had caught that and if that was the case what was she still doing in Brooklyn.

When Jewel starting talking again, Fighter grabbed the bottle off the table and poured herself another shot. She also took out another cigarette and glanced at Banshee, hoping he wouldn't mind giving her another match. She looked at him just in time to see Jewel run a hand over his cheek and she rolled her eyes. "Jesus," She muttered under her breath wondering yet again how a pansy like this had lasted in Brooklyn.

Lifting her shot glass to her lips, Fighter tossed it back before dropping the glass back onto the table. She held her hand out to Banshee, ignoring Jewel, "Can I get a match?"

[Banshee O'Hara]

When Jewel ran her hand over his face, Banshee caught her wrist firmly and moved her hand away with an impatient sigh. He rolled his eyes. "Look, darlin', ya didn't hurt me alright? An' as for forgivin' ya, there's nothin' t' forgive. Was just a missunderstandin', aye?" he said as he released her wrist. He gave Jewel a gentle shove in the direction of a table full of boys that had been watching her with interest. "Now be a good little lass an' go get your dance, yeah?" he said gently but firmly as he turned away from her.

Banshee ran a hand over his face, sighing again. His good mood was beginning to slip and he wasn't ready to lose it yet. When Fighter asked him for another match, he tossed her the whole box. "Love, you can keep 'em an' my smokes too, if ya can go work your charms an' get another bottle outta that bartender."

[jewelkent]

Jewel stumbled back when Banshee gently shoved her towards the table where the boys sat.

She turned to the table, and smiled widely "Hmmm... Oppurtunity knocks." she thought to herself.

She silently waved her good-byes to Banshee and Fighter.

She proceeded to go over to the boys.

"Good Evening, gentlemen. Anyone care to dance?" she asked, slowly brushing a strand of red hair out of her eyes as she looked at the boys.

[Fighter Mallory]

Fighter watched Banshee do damage control with a hint of a smile crossing her face. She shook her head when Jewel's attention jumped to the boys much the way the bartender's attention had jumped to the girl she'd pointed out to him. "You keep using my tricks and I'm gonna start charging."

Laughing a bit, Fighter snagged the matches from his hand and quickly lit one so that she could light her cigarette. Taking a deep drag, Fighter waved her hand so that the match would go out before she dropped it to the ground. "I'd try, but I already got this one for free. I'm sure if you really want we could head to Caprice or Raconteur's when this bottle's empty."

She waved her hand at the bottle that still had about a quarter of the bottle left. She tossed the matches back in his direction and gave him a smirk, "She whacked you one, then?"

[Banshee O'Hara]

Banshee chuckled. "Your tricks keep workin', an' I'll gladly pay," he said with a little grin as he watched Jewel move away. He shrugged. "If you're up for it, I'm game... I'm..." he paused, leaned back in his chair and gave Fighter an appraising look. "I'm actually having a decent time, ya know?" he admitted grudgingly.

He smirked back as he caught the matches. "Aye, she did... Came outta nowhere...." He shook his head at the memory. "I've been slapped a few times, an' every time I've deserved it. But this? One o' the first times I try t' do somethin' decent, an'..." he trailed off, fishing a cigarette out of his pocket with a devilish grin. He brought it to his mouth and lit it, inhaling deeply. "Guess that'll learn me t' be decent, huh?"

[jewelkent]

((OOC: Sorry, just adding a NPC (non-player character) in this scene. Anyone who wants to jump in...Feel free. :>))

A boy with a pair of mysterious blue eyes took her hand, and guided her onto the dance floor, much to Jewel's delight.

"I'll have this dance wit' ya, Lass." The boy said, smiling. He turned her in a full circle till she was in his arms, and they started to dance.

Jewel felt like she was floating in heaven...This was a great feeling. She hadn't danced with anyone since she was about 13 years old, when she had attended a party at Irving Hall with the Manhattan Boys...But that was long ago.

But Jewel couldn't think of that right now. All the bad memories that usually haunted her just drifted away as she danced with the handsome stranger.

She couldn't help but look quickly over at Banshee and Fighter. She winked, and flashed them a quick smile. Then she quickly turned her attention back to her dancing partner, whom at the moment had his eyes locked with hers.

"So..." Jewel started as she got closer to the boy. "What's your name?" she asked him.

(OOC: The boy is the NPC... Sorry about that. Anyone who wants to help me out in this scene...I'd love to have some dialogue help. Thanks.)

[Fighter Mallory]

Fighter laughed a little louder then she normally would, but she blamed the alcohol for that. "Surprised?" She smirked and finished off her shot glass before taking a drag from her cigarette. "I've been told before, I'm fun to be around."

She smirked and shook her head. She had to admit he wasn't the only one having a good time. It'd been awhile since she'd been able to hang out with her guy friends and she missed them. She was glad that they'd run into each other tonight because it gave her the opportunity to become friends with him without even trying. She kept all of those thoughts to herself, of course. Fighter was half-tempted to mention Jewel's little crush, but she wasn't one to gossip and she wasn't going to start now so she merely chuckled at his explanation. "Guess so..."

[Banshee O'Hara]

Banshee nodded once as he took a drag from his cigarette. "A little," he admitted with an apologetic grin. "Nothin' against ya, or anythin'," he added a moment later, realizing how that had sounded. He shrugged. "I just...don't usually spend much quality time in the company of others. 'Specially girls...." He smirked at her. "They tend t' talk too much, yeah?"

Banshee took another long drag and released the smoke slowly as he watched the room. It was starting to get into the prime part of the evening, and the energy level in the room was getting intense. He reached for the bottle and took another long swallow before pouring the rest into the glass before Fighter. "What now?" he asked with a mischievous grin, his head cocked slightly .

[Fighter Mallory]

Fighter shrugged one shoulder and took a drag of a cigarette, "Gonna take a bit more then that to offend me." She understood what he meant and gave him a smirk when he said that girls tended to talk too much. "Yeah, they do."

She wasn't that type of girl though, she'd never been especially chatty and had become even more of a recluse since the battle. She'd tried talking things out with Zeke, but that had made them both more uncomfortable then she'd cared for. So she kept her thoughts to herself and really only allowed herself to open up when she was around Davey.

After he poured the last of the alcohol into her glass, she threw it back like it was water before taking a deep drag from her cigarette. "I suppose now we head to Raconteur's. I need a good game of cards anyway."

She stood slowly, making sure she was steady on her feet before glancing at Banshee. Giving him a smirk, she tilted her head to the side studying him. "Unless you aren't up for it?"

[Banshee O'Hara]

Banshee's grin widened at the mention of cards. While he didn't claim to be the best card player, he had always managed to do passably well, as long as he kept his head in the game and didn't bet too recklessly. He got to his feet, his cigarette firmly between his lips and both hands free in case Fighter wasn't as sober as she appeared to be. He didn't need to worry, however, as though she rose slowly, he was pleased to see that she was steady enough.

When she tilted her head to study him, he raised his brow in silent question. When she smirked and questioned whether or not he was up for it, he laughed, though his eyes narrowed minutely at the teasing challenge. "I'm up for anythin' the likes o' you can throw at me," he assured her with a sly glance and a cocky smile. With that, he turned and lead her through the crowded room to the door, holding it open for her to precede him onto the sidewalk.

[Scar Bourke]

*NEW DAY ~ OPEN*

Scar walked into McGinty's his regular smirk in place on his face. He'd just gotten back from seeing Kelly and they'd had an interesting talk. He'd gotten more then was promised on the guy he'd picked up and brought back to the city. He chuckled to himself as he walked to a corner table and took a seat. The man must've known more then even Paul thought he would. Scar wasn't complaining one bit, but he was wondering how they got him to give up his information. Not that he cared about the mans welfare, but it was always nice to pick up a few more tricks for when he had to do his own questioning.

When the barmaid stopped his table he gave her a lazy smile and a wink before ordering a beer and some stew. He was in the mood to get laid, but he didn't usually pick dames up in Brooklyn. Mostly because they were more trouble then they were worth. He also had been thinking about visiting Celine. He was sure she'd forget all about him avoiding her if he brought her something new and shiny and he had enough money to do that. He usually wouldn't care about being in her good graces, but Kelly had been wanting to know what had been going with his old friends and he figured she'd be the easiest to get information out of. He had no loyalty to them any longer and Kelly was just curious about them. Scar figured he wanted to recruit some of them for himself and Scar would be more then happy to help if that was the case.