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Post by Administrator on Dec 17, 2011 15:54:48 GMT -5
Yeah ... Danny is probably here.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Dec 28, 2011 19:52:53 GMT -5
Miranda was spinning around with the broom she was cleaning the office with, it wasn't just Danny's office. Since he'd come back and gotten her to sign the paper that said she was co-owner of the restaurant she'd stared at him for a few moments before raising hell. She didn't know how to run a business, she hardly knew how to run herself. But she could manage Brooklyn and to be frank, this was easier. She was leaning over the desk after a moment looking down at the ledgers, her fingers trialing the numbers as she did the math in her head.
"Hmm.." her head snapped up when she saw a shadow coming up the steps. A large shadow and she sighed, her eyes narrowing sharply. "Whatever it is no."
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Post by Dominick O'Leary on Dec 28, 2011 20:08:14 GMT -5
Dominick hadn't been part of this fine establishment for very long yet. Truthfully if he kept pestering Danny and that Gorgeous little number names Lucky.. he might not end up here much longer. But hell! It was just too damn fun to get on their nerves and watch their eyes light up with that anger. He knew he had a sick sense of humor sometimes, but it was all fun and games right? As tonight would be, since he'd stayed a little later than normal to pester that lovely Lucky again.
"Naturally you knew it was me. Got an Irish sensor somewhere on that pretty little form of yours darlin'?" He moved into the room anyway, holding a coffee mug and a plate with something on it. "I brought you something real special. Irish coffee and gooseberry crumble." He set them both down in front of her with a grin. "I was hoping that you'd try them, fall all over me for my skill at making them both, and agree to let me add them to tomorrow's menu? It's an Irish favorite."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Dec 28, 2011 20:19:26 GMT -5
"I'm from Brooklyn," the woman replied giving him a dark look through her lashes as she turned the page in the ledger, returning her attention to the book. "I know more Irish than are in Ireland." It probably wasn't true, but she had heard from someone that there were more Irish in New York than in Dublin. Not that she believed that trollop but, it was probably true. She should have been offended with his flirting, if she'd been at the lodging house or with the Newsies she'd have gone for broke and tried to strangle him. But she wasn't, she was growing up at least enough not to strike first. She waited before lifting her eyes again and snorting, this again.
"What part a Italian Eatery doncha understand?" though the idea of irish coffee did tug her away from the table to the smell of the gooseberries. Maybe she should have eaten before going to cleaning? But it did smell good, damn the bloody man. Lucky had always, since she'd been small, had a weakness for food. If someone was paying she was going, if someone wasn't paying she was going, and she'd never once turned down the offer of food. Her brow raised when he set them in front of her and she followed her nose to the crumble. Damn the man. Damn him to the right irish hell. "What's in it? the crumbly thing.."
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Post by Dominick O'Leary on Dec 28, 2011 20:34:29 GMT -5
Dominick eyed her curiously before shrugging his shoulders. "So you're telling me that all Brooklyn women with dark locks and pretty eyes have an Irish radar on 'em?" He snorted when she said that she knew more Irish than he did. "I don't think there's a hope of ya knowing more Irishmen than I do, Lucky." He was surprised that she hadn't already hit him with something nearby. Perhaps that cup of coffee that he'd just put in front of her. She could pour that on him if she had half a mind to do so.
"The entire part." He just grinned to the woman, that wolfish, charming grin that he tended to give all the ladies. "It can't hurt to try new things, I'm not asking ya to put everything on the menu. Just perhaps the coffee and the gooseberry pie, see if it sells at all. We both know I can do Italian, but I was bred to do Irish, love." His face lit up when she asked what was in the pie. "Flour, butter, lots of sugar, and gooseberries. Try it. Go on." If he could just get her to eat his food more than once, then he'd be golden!
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Dec 28, 2011 20:50:45 GMT -5
It wasn't hard to get her to eat it was getting her to let him put stuff on the menu that wasn't easy. If she wasn't careful he'd have them eating more shepherds pie than they did in McGinty's. She raised a brow at him when he started in on her virtues, he was always trying to butter her up with flattery. "Pretty green eyes are not, you're not going to win me over with flattery.." Though it was kind of nice to hear now and again. Living her life like a girl had been a bit of a stretch, going from wearing boys clothes to blend in to accepting her curves and the way that men watched them without going fists first.
With a sound of defeat in a way she picked up the fork and the pie, leaning over to take a bite of the pie. Food, was her weakness. Going hungry for as long as she had pretty much meant food was what motivated. And Lucky hadn't changed from when she was a kid to not be motivated by food. "That is.." Amazing. "Damn it, you ask Danny but I'll eat the whole thing." Her eyes darted to the coffee and she sighed, she did love irish coffee with a bit of a kick. Frowning at the fact that it was good she smacked him on the chest. "Damn your hide Dom! I know you can cook well but you have to ask Danny. I just like to eat and this pie is damn good.." And she went back to it, crumble, that's what it was not pie, crumble. And it was good. Reminded her of homey things.
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Post by Dominick O'Leary on Dec 28, 2011 21:01:25 GMT -5
Now why would he do such a thing like that? He might have them eating a bit more beef, or cabbage, but really it was all easy things that he wanted to put on the menu. A soup that would feed several, pies full of meat, a bit of alcohol, and this wonderfully tasty gooseberry pie. "Now darlin' it isn't flattery if it's true." Dominick was known for his flirting, and so far he was well enough known for not giving up either. "I'll win you over with food, not flattery, Lucky, and you know it."
When she went from being wary to clearly enjoying his food, he just grinned. A full face kind of thing that went all the way up to those eyes. "I'll make you a whole gooseberry crumble to eat all by yourself if you help me win Danny over to my side." He slid onto her desk when she smacked him and just chuckled. "Harsh." He smirked. "So what do you say darlin', help me out with convincing Danny to let them on the menu tomorrow?"
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Dec 28, 2011 21:15:49 GMT -5
Miranda folded her arms and leaned back against the desk, her eyes on him before looking back at the crumble. Ace knew she was weak when it came to food, how many a lads had gotten out of a good soaking because they fed Lucky when she was in a snit. Wrinkling her nose she lifted the coffee to her hands and tilted her head for a moment, glancing almost annoyed at the wall across the room. That was Lucky, stubborn, arrogant and yet she loved to eat just about as much as any starving kid did. But she wasn't a kid anymore, she had to remember that and Danny-- well she loved Danny a lot. He knew her better than most.
"Maybe, a special..." she was bending and then she hit him again with her free hand as she sat on the desk instead of leaning on it. Going to munching on her crumble and drinking her coffee. It didn't hurt that she was hungry, though-- she was always hungry. "Damn it Dom! It's Italian you are not getting me to let you make everything with potatoes."
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Post by Dominick O'Leary on Dec 28, 2011 21:21:39 GMT -5
She would cave eventually. It would just be a matter of how much she caved, and how long it took her to do so. Because he knew that she would. If she didn't cave here and now then he would simply bring in some chocolate thing for her tomorrow, and then he'd see her try to tell him no. He knew what his cooking did to a woman, and Dominick was not above using it to justify what he wanted in life. He was Irish, in an Italian man's kitchen, taking orders, making Italian. She could at least give him a little Irish here and there.
"Yes!" His fist landed in the air before he turned back to grin at her again. "But darlin' I am Irish." He just grinned even harder. "We love our potatoes and leeks. Besides! This town could stand to add a few pounds and plenty of potatoes will do that to you!" He skipped out of the room for a few seconds. Then he came back, holding the rest of the crumble that the slice had come from. "All yours darlin', and I promise. The coffee and the crumble as a special and you won't regret it!"
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Dec 28, 2011 21:55:37 GMT -5
"Doncha dare try to happy kiss me." she glared at him and waved her hands, he looked so happy unbelievably happy people kissed others in their excitement. Her hands went up to guard her face even as he went around talking about potatoes and leeks, skipping out of the room. Lucky's face tilted as she watched him go. How did a man manage to skip when he was that large? It was almost not logical but there were things about Dom that were far from logical.
When he came back bearing the entire crumble for her she lifted her head and stared at him like he was giving her a present. Wasn't Christmas yet was it? But it smelled so good and her stomach replied with an audible growl as she reached out and took the pan from him, setting it beside her. "Aye, aye," she waved him off, sighing before giving him a half smile. "Bloody Paddy always so happy...."
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Post by Dominick O'Leary on Dec 28, 2011 22:37:57 GMT -5
"I hear that you're taken, darlin', but I'd be lying if I said that the thought hadn't crossed my mind a second or two ago." He paused. "At the least." Dominick was certainly one of a kind. His skipping was something that he did when he was extremely happy. Right now he was in that state of feeling. So he'd skipped. It was a far cry from the young, skipping Irish lad that he'd been back in Dublin. Here, now, that seemed like so long ago. Boy did he miss home. Perhaps that was why he wanted to cook his food.
Dominick couldn't stop that big wolfish grin from gracing his features when she'd agreed to him. The way to a beautiful woman's heart was always part way through her stomach. A man that could cook for a woman would have some serious doors opened up for him. "Would you like some more Irish Coffee?" He poked his head out the door, grabbed the pot and held it up for her to see.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Dec 28, 2011 22:56:05 GMT -5
"You best not be tryin to kiss me I'll goose you so hard you'll be seeing stars!" it was the fire that most people liked about Lucky, her attitude, her vibrance. She refused to just be another face in the crowd. She looked down at the food before she took another fork full of crumble and smiled with unabashed glee. he wasn't wrong, and it was surely a way into this one's good graces at least. She tilted her head when he offered her more irish coffee and she shrugged. It sounded good, but the wolfish grin had her raising a brow. Really?
"Aye, it'd be nice.." And she might not kill him, he made good food.
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Post by Dominick O'Leary on Dec 28, 2011 23:17:09 GMT -5
"You'd be plenty fun to kiss, darlin'. But with that threat, the threat of your man, and no doubt the owner of this fine Italian establishment, I think I'll keep my lips to myself." He paused and grinned. "For now." She was a dangerous little thing. Always yelling at him over trying to add his food to something, or telling him not to put his little bit of flare on things. But he tended to do it anyway, and anyone that wasn't paying too much attention to his food before it was sent out, would see it wasn't fully Italian.
He might cook Italian because he worked here, but his roots were Irish, and he loved it. Besides. She loved his crumble, and his coffee. Dominick poured more coffee into her cup and settled himself on the edge of her desk, pouring himself a cup as well. "So besides gracing you with my gooseberry crumble, is there anything I can help you with? Possibly providing you with a little slice of something chocolate filled tomorrow?"
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Dec 28, 2011 23:54:04 GMT -5
Lucky raised her brow as she leaned back and watched him, fork still in the crumble as she kept eating. Truth was if she kept at it she'd get sick but she was enjoying the taste. She snorted and took another bite, "I don't need anyone to take care a me, Dom. Learn that quick and we'll get along fine." Her brow hiked up when he sat down and she shrugged, what did she have to do?
"Not really I was just cleanin. I'm not used to this yet-- you know bein' warm and not having to go to the track to make some money to eat for a week." She took another bite and then after she swallowed took another drink from her cup, watching him quietly. She was young, very young, but she hadn't ever been a child so she was learning to adjust. "... chocolate?"
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Post by Dominick O'Leary on Dec 29, 2011 0:01:40 GMT -5
He'd never not had a roof over his head or food in his stomach. His parents had done the best that they could with the seven of their children. There might have been a little less to eat here and there but he hadn't grown up too lacking. He'd had love, and family, and most of the time a good amount of food. That was why he stayed late to make dishes for the newsies that were around. Why he snuck in when no one else was here and passed out food to them. He wanted them to have food in their stomach's too, it was important. Besides, he had the means and the money, so why not?
"Never said you needed anyone to take care of you." He looked at her for a moment, and then just smiled softly. "You seem to be doing it fine all on your own." There was a moment of silence before he just nodded. "You'll get used to it. It's dark, and brown, and delicious?" He groaned when he realized that she'd never had it and just moved out of the room for a moment. When he did return he brought back a little wrapper, opened it and broke off a piece, holding it out to her. "It's delicious." Pause. "And it makes a great part of a dessert."
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