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The Bar
Dec 18, 2009 23:04:12 GMT -5
Post by Mischief on Dec 18, 2009 23:04:12 GMT -5
Lannigan has hired a few bartenders, some with secret pasts, Mischief being one of them. She is sly when working, she keeps herself busy, keeps her impression on people light and easy as to not give reason for suspicion. Come sit at the bar, maybe chat with her or any of the other bartenders, but mind your tongue cause she takes note of who she doesn't like....
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The Bar
Dec 18, 2009 23:11:39 GMT -5
Post by Mischief on Dec 18, 2009 23:11:39 GMT -5
****New Day*****
Mischief sighed as she wiped down the counter of the bar, it was pretty slow tonight.She hummed softly to herself as she finished wiping down the bar and she grabbed a glass, setting it on the countertop she filled it with a strong brown liquid, whiskey. She smiled down at the glass and set her rag aside, it was slow enough for her to have a drink. She brought the glass to her lips and let the burning liquid drip down her throat as she purred in enjoyment.She looked down as she pulled the glass away from her lips and set the glass down inbetween her hands and she leaned against the bar looking down into the glass absently.
Alot of things were going through her mind right now, especially the rumors and truth floating around about that Killer guy. She'd only seen him around a few times and the way he ran his scenes, made her wonder. She bit her bottom lip in her thoughts and tilted her head, her hair toppling to one side as she stopped humming. She was rather intrigued by how he went about doing things and especially impressed by his job with the Freeman boy, kids bugged her anyway and when she had heard he had gotten rid of one, this made her even more interested in finding out as much as she could about him.
She sighed and looked around the bar absently,she halfheartedly wondered if Killer would ever cross her path enough for her to talk to him. She shook her head at the foolish thought and brought her glass back to her lips,"That'd be a miracle...."she murmured outloud before setting the glass back down again. |
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The Bar
Dec 18, 2009 23:17:37 GMT -5
Post by Chase on Dec 18, 2009 23:17:37 GMT -5
Chase walked into Lannigan's. He'd heard rumors about the place but had never actually gone there. He decided to poke around. He walked up to the bar and sat in front of the pretty blonde waitress. "What'd be a miricale?" He asked smiling. "One whiskey pleaseh." He told her, holding up one finger. She gave him her drink and he sipped it slowly taking in his surroundings.
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The Bar
Dec 18, 2009 23:22:36 GMT -5
Post by Mischief on Dec 18, 2009 23:22:36 GMT -5
Mischief looked up at the boy as she handed him his drink and she tilted her head. "Nothin...nothin' would be a miracle..."she said knowing better then to open her mouth about her secrets to just anyone. She grabbed her rag and a dirty glass and started running the rag along the inside of it. She looked at the boy and eyed him for a moment,"Haven't seen you around beforeh...ya new around hereh? Ya obviously ain't a Brooklyn kid....as far as I know Spot tries ta make sure his boys travel in packs it seems,"she muttered with a small chuckle. Sometimes the Brooklyn kids here amused her, she had a heart even if she did do bad things, killing, lying, stealing, just because you did bad things didn't mean you were all bad, at least that's how she saw it. |
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The Bar
Dec 18, 2009 23:30:51 GMT -5
Post by Chase on Dec 18, 2009 23:30:51 GMT -5
Chase finished his drink and smiled at her. "Yeah, i'm sorta new. Never been round hereh if that's what ya mean. Name's Chase Chase Neumann. People call meh Tiger." He put down his glass and kept smiling. If there was one way he knew how to get to a woman's heart was to smile at her. He knew this worked on most girls because of Ace. The first time Chase smiled at her it looked as if she was going to pass out. Then again, she'd just been running for her life from a raging phsycopath... "Nothin', eh? Doesn't sound like much of a miricale ta meh." He shrugged and resumed drinking his whiskey.
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The Bar
Dec 18, 2009 23:34:50 GMT -5
Post by Mischief on Dec 18, 2009 23:34:50 GMT -5
Mischief looked at him and then looked down at the gglass she was cleaning,"Tiger? And why is that? How'd ya end up with that kind of a nickname?"she asked. She looked back up at him briefly before looking around the room again,"I'm Mischief by the way,"she said her voice sweet and inviting. She had a voice that was captivating, like angels singing or a mixture of honey and vanilla dripping of the tip of her tongue. She smirked in an almost flirtatious way as she set the now clean glass down and leaned forward resting her elbows on the countertop and looking straight into his eyes, her face maybe a few inches from his at this point as she smiled. |
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The Bar
Dec 18, 2009 23:41:22 GMT -5
Post by Chase on Dec 18, 2009 23:41:22 GMT -5
Chase's smile got bigger at her question and her movement. She'd gotten closer to him, and he felt like he'd caught another one. He laughed once. "I guess it's cause i'm protective of the people i love. If i hafta kill i will. Just say the word." He smirked and ordered another whiskey. Once he got it, he drank it as well but slightly quicker than he had the other one. Lannigan's had good whiskey. Chase thought to himself that if Mush ever needed something to take his mind off things, he'd bring him here. All though Mush has already been there. Chase smirked at the thought of Mush drunk. That would be a sight to see. "Mischief is yer nickname i take it? That don't sound real good." He said smirking.
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The Bar
Dec 18, 2009 23:45:52 GMT -5
Post by Mischief on Dec 18, 2009 23:45:52 GMT -5
Mischief eyed Chase for a moment,"Ya seem abit flirtatious yerself....a handsome lad like yerself is bound ta have a goil ain't ya?"she asked him tilting her head and still keeping her close proximity to him. She watched him drink a moment and as he spoke she smirked abit more,"Yeah, Mischief isn't exactly a name I have cause I'm an angel or somethin' like that ya know? Far from if ya ask meh,"she mused her voice still seductively sweet. She grabbed her own drink and brought it to her lips drinking down the last bit as she winked at him. |
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The Bar
Dec 18, 2009 23:53:22 GMT -5
Post by Chase on Dec 18, 2009 23:53:22 GMT -5
Chase looked up at Mischief. He smiled at her. "Yeah, ya know Ace? She's from Manhattan like meh." His voice faded. He listened closely as she told him about her name. "Far from an angel huh? What do ya go round killin' people daily?" He asked teasing her. He laughed and downed the rest of his drink. He figured he'd better stop soon. That whiskey was strong. He'd only had two and he was already starting to feel a buzz. And he's been known around for being able to handle alcohol. It was the German in him.
"Sie haben schöne Augen." He muttered staring into her eyes.
*sie haben schöne Augen= you have beautiful eyes.*
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The Bar
Dec 19, 2009 0:03:12 GMT -5
Post by Mischief on Dec 19, 2009 0:03:12 GMT -5
Mischief smiled and looked into his eyes, her own sparkling slightly,"Danke....sie zu..."she replied softly. She was rather familiar with most languages including German and French. She could tell he was letting the liquor hit him at this point. She shook her head slightly,"Ace? I think she's been through hereh once or twice lookin' fer Spot, I think she had a thing goin' wit him awhile back...they woulda made a cute couple I guess....but she ended up with you? that's sweet..."she muttered. In her head she was wondering how wasted this boy was going to let himself get before he would stop drinking, she smirked at the thought there were many things she could do with a boy in this position. She tilted her head,"Killin' people daily? Hmmm maybe so..."she teased back even though there was a hint of truth in her words, he probably wouldn't even be able to catch it.
*translation:Danke=Thank you Sie Zu=You too*
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The Bar
Dec 19, 2009 18:43:14 GMT -5
Post by Chase on Dec 19, 2009 18:43:14 GMT -5
Chase grinned at Mischief. "Now yer speakin' my language. Hast du einen Mann? Yer too pretty ta not have one." He said smirking at her. He picked up another drink, knowing he shouldn't, and started drinking it. He drank about half of it and put it down. He shook his head quickly trying to clear his thoughts and all he got was dizzy. He stared into space for a while as he waited for the room to stop spinning. He looked back up at Mischief when she spoke again.
*Hast du einen Mann Do you have a man (boyfriend)*
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The Bar
Dec 20, 2009 22:26:46 GMT -5
Post by Mischief on Dec 20, 2009 22:26:46 GMT -5
She grinned,"Surprisingly no I do not have a man..."she muttered as she looked down allowing her hair to drape into her face. She bit her bottom lip as she sighed slightly, she would literally kill to be with a man like Killer though, someone like her, someone who knew what it was like to have blood on your hands. She looked back up meeting his eyes,"But yer pretteh sweet ya know...ya should prolly stop drinkin' beforeh ya end up gettin' hurt..."she said to him. She would normally hand anyone else drink after drink and then hope that they stumble out wasted and she'd catch up with them for abit of her own fun, but watching him, this made her slightly upset to know he had a girl, especially that the girl was Ace.
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The Bar
Dec 21, 2009 16:11:12 GMT -5
Post by Chase on Dec 21, 2009 16:11:12 GMT -5
Chase winked at Mischeif and downed the last of his whiskey. "Ya got a point." He said pushing the empty glass away. He looked back up at her curiously. "Really? No one wants a goil with such a pretty face, eh? Well their lose." He smiled at her.
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The Bar
Dec 21, 2009 20:32:34 GMT -5
Post by Mischief on Dec 21, 2009 20:32:34 GMT -5
Mischief smiled slightly then adverted her eyes,"Well yer jus' sweet....most men wouldn't even dare try and pick meh up darlin'...most of 'em are smart enough ta know not ta get mixed up wit the likes of meh,"she muttered. She ran a hand through her hair absently before looking back at him,"I ain't one fer fallin' in love easily anyway..."she added her voice soft. She looked around once more before gazing back into his eyes,"Besides ya shouldn't be flirtin' wit meh if yer wit Ace..."she murmured.
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The Bar
Dec 22, 2009 15:25:40 GMT -5
Post by Chase on Dec 22, 2009 15:25:40 GMT -5
Chase shook his head again, stopped, waited for it to clear, and then shook it more slowly. "I ain't tryin' ta- Gotta go." He said, not quite sure where he was going or why. He stood up from the stool stumbling slightly. Once he regained his balance he looked around. Forgetting what he was doing, he turned and sat back down. "What was i gonna do?" He asked Mischeif, confused. He laid his head on his arms resting on the bar. He didn't feel sick, but he knew better than to get up again. He cleared his throat and looked up at Mischeif. It wasn't the whiskey that made him like that, he drank like a fish, it had to be something else. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on...
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