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Post by Administrator on Feb 13, 2011 16:41:41 GMT -5
here is were a lot of the food for the joint comes from, it's made by a woman named Charlotte Keegan and she isn't above shaking a skillet at you if you aren't careful
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Post by Charlotte Keegan on Feb 13, 2011 18:36:36 GMT -5
"Hey!" Charlotte shouted as she waved her spatula at one of the girls set to take some food out onto the floor, she swore roundly in Gaelic as the rush started to pick up. She was the only person in the place and as far as night life went, the live bands were making the Racantours the hottest ticket in town. Sighing, she moved the back of her hand over her forehead and scowled. Mid rush, people wanted food and she did what she did well.
Soups and biscuits, the kind of comfort food she had gotten from the pubs back home in Ireland when she was small. She'd learned when she was young how to feed a lot of people, shepherds pie, things from home that people that knew how to cook. Shifting she ran her hand through her hair and went back to stirring the pot of stew.
"Karen! You get your scrawny arse back in here and get table four their bread ya hear me!" she sighed and prayed to god the rush would end soon. she didn't need this stress and leaving her son with a neighbor all the time, it was enough to drive her to madness. She was a self sufficient woman, but she was stuck in an impossible situation.
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Post by Luke Gallagher on Feb 13, 2011 20:17:57 GMT -5
Luke smirked at the string of Gaelic he heard flying from the kitchen as he headed down the steps towards the room in the back. Heavenly scents joined them on the air and it was the subtle growl of his stomach that had him hurrying his steps a bit. It had been a long walk back from the Bronx after the somewhat tedious conversation with the girl he'd found there - though successful and the quick discussion with his brother had elevated his mood as well. Not that Luke needed much help there, he tended to be a cheerful sort, as cheerful as any of them might have managed and a successful day only caused his smiles to be a little brighter.
He pushed through the doors into the kitchen, nearly knocking over a slight, thin girl that he instantly recognized and flashed her a smile. "Don't let her scare you, Karen, she'll be right as rain as soon as things slow a bit," He winked at the waitress and grabbed a basket containing bread and setting it in the girl's arms before hurrying her out the door.
"Now darling - " He began, walking around to where Charlie stood and pressing a quick kiss to her cheek, eyeing the spread in the kitchen with renewed interest. "Is that anyway to be treating the staff?" There was a twinkle in his eye and teasing tone to his voice as he reached over and snatched a biscuit for himself. "How's my favorite girl?"
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Post by Charlotte Keegan on Feb 13, 2011 21:37:52 GMT -5
She was muttering as soon as she heard Luke's voice she sighed and gave him a searing look, tossing her bangs out of her eyes before she turned back to the stew. His voice wasn't unwelcome and really neither was Luke. She loved the boys like brothers and then some on a lot of occasions and she found herself with a hand on her hip the moment he kissed her cheek, unable to chase the smile no matter how frustrated or stressed out she was she could only sigh.
"The staff will be fine, she's seen scarier walking on Broadway after work.." she turned her head and gave him a slight smile, though it didn't reach her eyes. When she was working she was a stress magnet though she handled it well she liked her orders to be followed and to the letter when it came to the staff and how things ran. "I'm fine, Luke.." Aside from the stress she was alright, moving her hand she grabbed a spoon and dipped it into the broth offering it to him. "So tell me, what mischief are you off to get into today hmm?"
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Post by Luke Gallagher on Feb 13, 2011 21:53:13 GMT -5
He set his hands on her shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze, Charlie was always in a bit of a tizzy during the middle of service, but she excelled at what she did and he supposed that it was all part of it. "Relax darling," He said, kissing her cheek again before taking a bite of the biscuit and grinning with delight. "Especially when you make manna from heaven like this biscuit." He waved it in front of her face and took another bite, devouring most of what was left with pleasure. "Besides, it looks better one you when you smile, love. Just your presence is cheery enough but that smile...that smile is the light." He winked at her then, knowing Charlie would likely pass off his words as just talk - which was half true, Luke was a talker and charmer by nature - but when it came to his friends there was always a measure of truth to his words.
"More of the usual trouble lass as you might imagine." He was due to meet Murphy at some point and look over his latest acquisitions, then he'd take a walk through the rest of Manhattan and perhaps see what else he could learn. His conversation with Jewel the day before had been informative but light on anything viable about Manhattan or Queens, something that really needed to be remedied. "And you darling? You going to take a moment to breathe without brandishing a skillet?"
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Post by Charlotte Keegan on Feb 14, 2011 3:31:16 GMT -5
Her lips curved if only slightly regardless if she wanted to smile or not. At twenty she wasn't as old as the boys that had become like brothers to her in a lot of ways. None of them were good with children and some didn't want to be. As much as Killian respected her she wouldn't dream of asking him to baby sit, she'd sooner quit and live in a hovel than resort to that. But when it came to Luke, they were family in their way.
"I might," she pondered looking at him over her shoulder, allowing a smirk to settle on her face after she went back to stirring the pot. "And since I'm serving manna from heaven I wonder what you will do when I finally decide to take a day off.."
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Post by Luke Gallagher on Feb 14, 2011 18:46:21 GMT -5
"Get on my hands and knees and beg a pretty lass to forgive a foolish lad and return to the kitchen," Luke replied, pausing in the perusing of her food to shoot her a boyish smile - that impish, charming one that as a youth had generally warned of trouble and now simply led others into it. He knew she deserved a day just like the rest and his words were only light teasing, the sort of casual and affectionate interaction born of years together. That's how things were with the gang and Luke rather liked it - especially since Charlie's biscuits were nearly as good as her eggs - and she was a good lass to have in your corner to boot.
"Seen Derek around?" Luke asked, resting his hip against the counter and watched as she stirred the pot and wondered if maybe he could sweet talk her out of some of the cookies he knew she stashed away. "I need to see if he can get me some information." It was a longshot but Luke wanted to put a bug in his friend's ear about the information he'd managed to get out of the girl in the Bronx yesterday, see if he could put his resources to work.
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Post by Charlotte Keegan on Feb 20, 2011 16:07:16 GMT -5
She smirked, wanted to be angry but his comment actually made her laugh, shaking her head, blond curls dancing as she stirred her stew, glancing over at him and unable to help herself pressed her lips to his cheek. They had been friends a long time to long some might say but Charlotte Keegan had been around a long time. If Gideon hadn't been stalking her to woo her she may never have meet these boys. She'd been cooking at a hotel when she'd met them, sneaking the lads food and complaining about them being louts. She rarely complained so loudly these days.
At the question about Derek she shook her head, thinking about the last time she saw him. "I took him some stew into his room not long ago, he was going over notes. Ye might be able ta find him there." Since he was leaning she had him try the stew again, holding the spoon to him and tilting her head to see what his reaction was. She used to do the same with Gideon,trying to get that man out of her hair but she secretly didn't mind the boys underfoot.
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