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[Abby]

Abby walked into Irving Hall. It looked like a popular enough place. It was packed full with people. Abby chose a table near the back. She wanted people to see her; but not. She liked being the new girl around. Yes, she wanted to make friends, and maybe get a guy. But she wanted to see all of New York and wanted someone to show her around.

[Irish]

Irish entered Irving Hall yawning. He barely avoided running into a door. He patted the head of a passing child and looked around. It was crowded tonight. He knew Asher was set to perform and Medda, too. He thought he saw Tyler up front. Irish sauntered over to a lonely-looking girl sitting at a table in the back. "Do ye mind if Oi sit here?" He asked, trying not to yawn again. He knew he was going to fall asleep during the show. He had just gotten off a fourteen-hour work shift and wasn't looking forward to going home just yet. Grandda was mad enough about something stupid Sean did... Let alone Irish on top of it, saying he wasn't getting the bonus that week because he had gotten the bonus four weeks in a row already? Irish felt close to collapsing, so he claimed a passing drink and drained it in one gulp-that woke him up. He smiled kindly at the girl.

[Abby]

Abby looked up, not daring to believe he was talking to her. She gasped. He was so handsome. Plus he had a cute accent. She figured he was Irish. "No, go ahead." She watched him grab a drink and sit. He smiled at her. She smiled back. She really smiled. For the first time in weeks. It hurt her cheeks but she couldn't stop. "I'm Abby. People call me Honey." She held out her hand to him.

[Irish]

Irish grinned, touching his hat respectfully before taking her hand gently. "Hello, Honey. Me name's Liam, but they call me Irish." He laughed, "Oi bet ye can't guess why." He winked. "Ye have a nice smile." He said, then he went pale. "Oh, Oi'm sorry, must be the alcohol talkin'. Oi don't usually drink-it's what me da-but Oi've had a rough day." He yawned softly. "So what're ye doin' here? Do ye like Vaudeville shows?"

[Abby]

A jolt of emotion ran through Abby when he called her Honey. Yes that was her name- sort of- but it was different when he said it. And she liked different. Her smile grew bigger when he said it was nice. "Thank you. I don't know if i like the shows' i've never been to one before. What are they like?" She stared into his eyes the entire time. She knew she wouldn't be able to watch the show now. But she did want to know what they were like.

[Irish]

Irish grinned back and rubbed the back of his neck. He was a little nervous... Well, more confused. He was with Poet, yet why did he keep looking at Honey and wanting to make her smile more, to hear her say his name? Irish glanced at her. "The shows are real nice. You'll like tonight's. Medda and a boy she's personally trainin' are performing. Do ye know Asher? We call him Broadway, but don't let him or his boyfriend hear ye say that." He chuckled. Wow, he sounded like an idiot. Irish met her eyes and thanked the Lord above for the darkness, he was blushing so hard. "Uh..." And that was it, nothing else came to mind. He could've smacked himself. Why was he so flustered around her? So what if she was prettier then Poet...

[Abby]

Abby looked down at the table. Was he flirting with her? She thought so, or maybe that's what she wanted to think. Who cared if she was flirting back? She didn't think he would. She smiled. "Ya know Irish, I think you're the nicest person I've met here." She looked up at him. Just then, the curtain opened and a woman, Medda she supposed, walked onto the stage with a teenage boy, Asher. She spared them a breif glance but then looked back at Irish.

[Irish]

"Really?" He laughed somewhat nervously. He drained another drink and hummed along to the song Asher and Medda sang. "Oi suppose yer one of the prettiest lasses Oi've met." He murmured, God, he was an idiot. He was flirting with death... Death at the hands of Poet. But... Wasn't he a free man somewhat? They'd agreed to take a break... Yeah. He was a free man, for now.

[Abby]

Abby giggled and blushed again. He had said she was pretty. She loved when people complimented her. "Thanks. I bet you've met some pretty goils in your lifetime. A handsome guy like yourself." Abby stopped talking. She was acting like an idiot. She sighed and listened to Medda and Asher sing. She didn't take her eyes away from him for a second. She was afraid he'd disappear.

[Irish]

Irish chuckled. He felt something... He felt... Peaceful. Poet made him tense alot, not relaxed. He suddenly leaned in, his green eyes shining brightly. "Can Oi... Kiss ye?" He asked gently, then slowly, without waiting for a response, he kissed her gently. It was nice... Better then ever. "Just like honey, Honey." He grinned, now getting her nickname.

[Abby]

Abby was shocked at his question. She muttered a quick yes before he leaned in. He kissed her and she kissed him back. It was good. They pulled away and she smiled. She laughed as he said her name, or nickname, and the feeling in her stomach came back. It was almost like butterflies. She looked into his brilliant green eyes. He seemed to get more and more handsome as time went by.

[Irish]

Irish grinned and feeling bolder then he really had any right too, he kissed her again, gently placing his hands on either side of her face. He slid off his seat and closer to her, hugging her to himself. "Oh, Honey." He breathed, kissing her again.

[Abby]

Abby kissed Irish back. Her head was spinning. She thought she was in love. The butterflies didn't come when he said her name this time. She was used to it, and she loved it. She smiled between kisses. She didn't ever want this to stop. But of course, it did. She saw someone watching them out of the corner of her eye. She wanted to look but just kept kissing Irish. She didn't care what they thought.

[Irish]

Irish pulled away and his face whitened. "Oi shouldn't have done that..." He said shakily. He shook his head and drained another glass. He looked over. "Go away, Asher."

The blonde boy looked outraged. "That ain't Poet." he pointed out.

"Oi can clearly see that. Now get back on stage before Oi get Levi over here." Irish growled.

Asher grinned. "Levi's with a girl. They were doing fine until they went for drinks, now Levi and her are in the loft." He pointed above the stage. "I could hear them during my show..." He laughed. "Bye bye." He wiggled his fingers, winked and left.

[Abby]

Abby looked at the table as Irish pulled away. She looked up slowly. He was pale.

"Oi shouldn't have done that." He said shakily.

Abby opened her mouth to say something. Then, she closed it. "Irish..." she began, but she never finished. Irish talked to the boy that had been looking at them. They said something about a Poet. Abby was confused. "What Poet?" She looked at Irish after the boy named Asher went away. The look on Irish's face told her she didn't want to know; which, of course, made her want to know more.