Sunday Mass, Week 2

Brigid O'Sullivan: "Wha' makes ye say t'at?" She peruses the menu's contents before looking up at his face.

Cameron Gerard: He shrugs "First off most people don't go out to eat on their own, not in places like this anyway. Secondly" he shrugs "Just don't look the type to be stuck on your own too much, and you're friendly and all so you know."

Brigid O'Sullivan: "Well, if trut' bae tol', m'usually accompanied by me t'ree sons." She doesn't really look like it, actually, but she truly is a mother of three.

Cameron Gerard: "Fair play to you." he nods not seeming particularaly knocked back by it, "Not by the husband, or boyfriend aswell?" he asks unobtrusivly cocking his head to the left ever so slightly.

Brigid O'Sullivan: "Me husband's been dead fer nearly a year now." Her expression softens just a little, even as she crosses herself and murmurs a quick prayer. It's an automatic reaction. "An' ye? D'ye often eat alone an' if not, who d'ye eat wi'?"

Cameron Gerard: "I'm sorry." he says when she mentions him being dead, he looks slightly uncomfortable. "I tend to yeah, mainly due to strange hours and just general lack of time." chewing his lip.

Brigid O'Sullivan: "T'at's unfortunate. Ye're a noice man.." She gives him a genuine smile. "So..wha' is i' t'at ye do?"

Cameron Gerard: "I don't think nice guy fits the occupation." he says a slight carck of a smile returning to his face. "Am a bouncer."

Brigid O'Sullivan: "Ah, one o' t'ose men who t'row people outta clubs?" She tilts her head to the side as she studies him.

Cameron Gerard: "Only if I have to, try the easier ways first, but it becomes neccissary all to often yeah."

Brigid O'Sullivan: She nods understandingly. "I've been t'a club once. Doonae ge' toime t'go out much."

Cameron Gerard: "I wouldn't imagine so, no. then again I wouldn't say you're missing out on much by not going to them." he smiles and runs a hand through his hair. "All smoke, noise and alcohol."

Brigid O'Sullivan: "Aye..I remember t'at from t'e toime I went ta t'e club." She laughs lightly and looks up at the waiter as he arrives. "Jus' water fer me fer now, Oi'm still lookin'." The waiter looks expectantly at Cameron.

Cameron Gerard: Looking to the waiter "Coffee, black, thanks." he says short and to the point before looking back to Brigid. "How old're your boys?"

Brigid O'Sullivan: "Seamus is five an' a half, Connor is t'ree, an' Riordan's 'bout nine months.." She smiles so widely when she speaks of her children.

Andrea Angotti and Nadia(4yrs old): ((Open scene?))

Cameron Gerard: He nods, a slight smile, you could rely on people being proud of their childeren. "What're they like?" ((Yes open, midrange ish resteraunt, current time.))

Brigid O'Sullivan: "Seamus an' Connor are broight boys. T'ey're t'e best o'friends an' t'ey are really beginnin' t'adjust t'life outside o'Ireland." She nods a smiles brightly.

Andrea Angotti and Nadia(4yrs old): Sighing, Andrea pushes into the restaurant, her daughter on her hip, her head bent towards the sable curls as she murmurs softly to the little girl, free hand gently brushing snow from a torn tight and bloody knee. "Mommy'll kiss it better when we find a table, baby," she murmurs, kissing the little one's temple.

Cameron Gerard: "Good to hear. How long have you been over here?"

Brigid O'Sullivan: "A few months now. 'Bout t'ree months." She nods a little as she does the math in her head.

Cameron Gerard: "How're you finding it?"

Brigid O'Sullivan: "'Tis a huge city an' m'still tryin' t'get my bearin's, yanno? I doonae know wha' m's'posed t'be doin'." She shrugs. "M'sure I'll find me place soon."

Andrea Angotti and Nadia(4yrs old): She speaks briefly with the hostess and then follows her to a table in view of the door feeling vaguely hopeful. She sets Nadia down beside the table and strips her of her coat, fingers smoothing the little green dress before she settles the child in a booster seat and kisses her lightly scraped knee. "All better." Then, smiling, she stands and strips from her duster jacket, revealing a smart grey pantsuit with nicely creased legs and a suit jacket over a nice, scoop neck white silk shirt. A gold cruicifix is clearly visible about her slim throat - as is the scrolling tattoo that reads "Nadia" in blue ink.

Francesco Giardini: He makes his way up to the restaraunt, in his Sunday best...black suit, white shirt, a slate tie, with his trench coat over it all. A brief look around before he pushes the door open, stepping inside.

Lean and hungry. Poised and dangerous. That’s the words that come to mind when looking upon him. He cuts a striking figure, standing just under six feet and weighing around 160 to 170 pounds. He has a full face, just a hint of tan to otherwise fair skin, frame by shortly cropped, brown hair, a professional cut. Brown eyes carry a look of cocky intelligence to them…this isn’t some mook off the street, this man was born into greatness, and he knows it. He’s dressed in a Italian wool suit, charcoal grey, with vest and a silk tie. Black cap shoes complete the ensemble. He’s got an attitude to him…a look that’s not quite arrogance, not quite simple confidence, but somewhere in between. The world is his…it just needs to realize it.

Cameron Gerard: "It takes a while yeah." he nods "But give it another month or so and you'll be able to find your way round like you lived here all your life."

Brigid O'Sullivan: "Oi still carry a map 'round wi'me t'keep meself from gettin' too lost.."

Andrea Angotti and Nadia(4yrs old): She glances hopefully towards the door as she sits, face lighting up as she spots Frankie. Biting the inside of her cheek she lifts one hand in a wave, the other touching the neat french twist her red touched, chestnut hair is twisted into.

Francesco Giardini: He heads up to the hostess, stopping there briefly to talk to her in low tones...and as he looks around, his eyes fall on Andrea and Nadia. He smiles warmly their way, raising a hand to them in greeting.

Catie: *slips quietly into the restaurant. her clothing is of good quality--simple jeans, and a jacket and sweaterset, both in dusky blue, although it's a tad dusty as if she's been working. long, dark curls are neatly pinned up under a tied scarf in muted blues and pinks*

Aine: Aine had been around town doing errands and feeling the need for something to eat, she decided to stop in and get a quick bite to eat. She's wearing a black turtleneck underneath the cammo outfit she always wears to help her stay warm, the black jump boots, and a black navy P-coat (with the double buttons down the front, turned high up on her collar almost covering her ears.) and fingerless gloves. Her silky raven hair is worn down for once, parted to the side. The grey eyes, if looked at closely enough, try hiding some sort of inner conflict and sadness.

Cameron Gerard: He gives a slight chuckle "Don't worry, after a while you'll know the landmarks to get places you need to go, but you'll likley never know the whole place, and to be hounest that's for the best coz there are some bits you really don't wanna know."

Aine: ((Oops...guess I'll change the color))

Andrea Angotti and Nadia(4yrs old): "MR. G'RDINI!" Nadia squeels brightly and waves, bouncing in her booster seat as she leans around her mom.

Catie: ((*L* sorry....))

Francesco Giardini: He looks behind him, briefly, nodding to Aine as she enters, and then walks right by the hostess after another word to her, heading toward Andrea's table.

Catie: *tilts her head at Brigid--has she seen the woman before? and smiles gently at the squealing child as she quietly finds herself a seat* ((oh, yeah--i keep forgetting. PB 3, feral app))

Aine: Aine nods to him and sees where he heads, quickly squeezing her eyes half closed following the outburst.

Andrea Angotti and Nadia(4yrs old): "Nadi!" Andrea laughs, blushing and glancing apologetically at the other patrons as she stands.

Francesco Giardini: "Andrea...good to see you again," he says with a smile, as he approaches. Nadia gets a grin. "And hello to you, too, Nadia. How are you?"

Cameron Gerard: He turns to look at the childs outburst, a slight grin. damn he couldn't even be annoyed if he wanted to. he turns back to Brigid.

Andrea Angotti and Nadia(4yrs old): She holds out a hand to Francesco, squeezing his fingers in much the same manner as she does at Mass. "Hello, Frankie." Nadia smiles brightly. "HI! I'm kay." A pause. "How you?"

Catie: *chuckles softly, observing the child a bit longer, and then orders herself a pleasant little repast. potato chowder and half a ham sandwich, with hot chocolate*

Aine: Clenching her fists opened and closed a few times, she takes a few deep breaths and calms herself, and asks the waitress to sit her over in a corner, and orders a Cherry Coke to start off.

Brigid O'Sullivan: She hears the child's voice and looks over at her, a soft smile on her lips. "Children, hm?" She's amused as she turns back to Cameron. [PB 3 here too..]

Francesco Giardini: He takes the offered hand with a nod, and then glances to Nadia, chuckling. "I'm good. Very good, actually." He grins at the little girl, and looks up to Andrea. "You mind if I join you?"

Aine: When the waitress comes back again with her drink, she orders a tuna salad sandwich on wheat and settles into the seat, sliding just a little deeper into the P-coat.

Andrea Angotti and Nadia(4yrs old): "I'm good. First time in two years that I can give Nadia a decent Christmas. So I'm very good." She smiles softly and begins pulling ponies from her purse for Nadia to play with.

Catie: *thanks the server for her glass of water and hot chocolate. waiting for lunch, she gets out a small notepad and pen, and begins to take notes, or write a list, or something. whatever it is seems to require a great deal of contemplation in between jotting*

Brigid O'Sullivan: She looks up at the waiter with a little smile. "M'gonna have t'e soup t'start wi'. French Onion soup.." She nods. "T'ank ye.."

Francesco Giardini: "Excellent." He nods to that, with a smile, and leans back in his chair, picking up the water and sipping at it. "And you had a good Thanksgiving?"

Andrea Angotti and Nadia(4yrs old): "Didn't really do much, unfortunately. The Club was open so I was working." She shrugs, blushing slightly. "Yourself?"

Cameron Gerard: He shakes his head at the waiter when he's looked to and as such the waiter after scribbling down her order goes back to the kitchens. Cameron scoops up his coffee and takes a sip from it, setting the cup back down again.

Francesco Giardini: He shrugs a little. "Quiet. Spent the evening at home, which was, admittedly, a little odd...I'm used to the big family Thanksgivings."

Catie: *absently, as she works, hums very, very softly to herself. it's a very pretty voice she has, were anyone close enough to hear it. dark eyes remaining intent on her paper as she scratches something out and adds another note*

Andrea Angotti and Nadia(4yrs old): "Me too, truthfully." She grins slightly as Nadia gallops a pony towards Frankie's hands. "So...I get this feeling that i said something wrong last Sunday."

Brigid O'Sullivan: She takes a sip of water and then sets the glass down again. "How long've ye been in New York?"

Aine: Her order arrives, she glances around at the restaurant again before deciding to try a bite of her food, tearing off a small piece and slowly eating it, looking as if she was forcing herself to eat it.

Cameron Gerard: "Far too long." he says with a chuckle

Aine: She takes a sip of the Coke after she manages the food down, and pushes the plate to the side.

Catie: mmm? *looks up with a smile and sets aside her notebook when her meal arrives. alternating small spoonfuls of the tasty soup with dainty bites of her sandwich*

Aine: Shoving a hand deep into a pocket, she pulls out some bills, making sure it was more than plenty to pay for the sandwich and drink with a tip. Aine stands up and moves back out of the restaurant.

Brigid O'Sullivan: "How long is that?" She takes another sip of water and then smiles as her soup arrives.

Francesco Giardini: He shakes his head, leaning slightly inward as he does so. "You didn't say anything wrong, Andrea. It's my fault...I honestly did have somewhere to be. And in my sudden realization, I think it came across...incorrectly. A little recognition mixing with my need to go giving the wrong impression, perhaps."

Cameron Gerard: "Most of my life, born here, been out of state on holidays and what not, but always lived here."

Catie: *the meal is quite tasty. she continues to eat, neatly, while observing the other patrons quietly*

Andrea Angotti and Nadia(4yrs old): She nods, leaning in slightly. "I was worried and then angry and then I just felt bad cause I thought i'd f...messed up." She shrugs slightly. "Silly, I know, given that we'd just met."

Brigid O'Sullivan: She eats her soup slowly and carefully since it's, well, warm. "D'ye like t'e city? Ye must if ye've always lived here."

Francesco Giardini: "You did nothing wrong." He smiles to her, warmth in his expression. "The mistake was mine, in giving the wrong impression."

Andrea Angotti and Nadia(4yrs old): "Good." She grins slightly and bends down to retrive one of Nadia's MLP's, handing it back to her.

Catie: *finishes her soup, using a bit of sandwich bread to mop up the last lasty drops in the bottom of the bowl, before eating the last bite of ham sandwich. sighs happily and settles back for a moment to enjoy the feeling of a belly filled with good, warm food*

Cameron Gerard: He half shrugs "It's home I guess, not sure if I like it or not, perhaps I'm just more scared of the wider the world, better the devil you know and all that." he says sipping at the coffee. a slight smirk.

Brigid O'Sullivan: She nods and laughs softly at that comment and nods understandingly. "I cin understand t'at.."

Francesco Giardini: "So how has work been?" He leans back again in his seat, sipping at his water.

Cameron Gerard: "Whichever it is I've got things round here that still need sorting, and it's best not to run away from your problems, doing so has a bad habit of bitting you in the ass." he grins.

Andrea Angotti and Nadia(4yrs old): "Its work." She chuckles. "I wear skimy t-shirts and jeans and costumes that show off my muscles and I take ID's and let folks into the club," she says with a mildly flirtatious wink.

Catie: *rises quietly, shrugging into her jacket and tucking the notepad and pencil into its pocket. sets down the precise amount needed to cover her bill, with a tip, and heads for the door, humming under her breath cheerfully*

Andrea Angotti and Nadia(4yrs old): (skimy=skimpy)

Brigid O'Sullivan: "Oh, aye..I agree wi' t'at." She brushes a few errant strands of hair away from her face and gives him a smile. "'Tis better t'face yer problems an' fears t'an t'try an' run from 'em. T'ey've got longer legs.."

Cameron Gerard: He chuckles "True, such is always the way of life, after all if you could run that fast what would you have to fear?"

Francesco Giardini: He chuckles a little to that, noting the wink. "Sounds like there could be worse jobs. Maybe I'll have to come by some time."

Andrea Angotti and Nadia(4yrs old): She leans over and covers Nadia's ears. "Do you like strip clubs? I"m talking classy. ITs gorgeous."

Catie: *slips out, still humming to herself*

Brigid O'Sullivan: She laughs. "Exactly." Nodding, she finishes off her soup and nudges the bowl aside.

Cameron Gerard: He sips at his coffee. "You have family or anything about? to help with the kids and all?"

Francesco Giardini: He responds to that with a simple smile. "Well, I ain't going to say that I don't...I try to keep my lying down to a bare minimum, especially on Sunday." He chuckles. "But yeah, I've been known to visit a gentlemen's club on occasion. Especially if it's one of the classier establishments."

Andrea Angotti and Nadia(4yrs old): "You'll love Wyld Nights," she says, uncovering her daughter's ears. "I'll even let ya slip in," she teases.

Brigid O'Sullivan: "Aye, Oi've some kin 'round t'ese parts. S'why Oi moved here wi'me lads. I t'ought t'e change of scenery woul' be guid fer 'em."

Francesco Giardini: "Ahh, see. Pays to know the right people." He winks to her.

Andrea Angotti and Nadia(4yrs old): She laughs, blushing softly. "So...I'm really glad you came to lunch, Frankie. And thank you for sitting near us during Mass."

Cameron Gerard: "Good that you atleast have support then." he nods draining the last of the coffee from his cup.

Andrea Angotti and Nadia(4yrs old): Nadia seems quite content to play quietly with her ponies, only half listening to her mommy and Mr. G'rdini talk.

Francesco Giardini: "No problem at all...in fact, I was happy to do so." He smiles a little. "And I'm really glad, too."

Brigid O'Sullivan: "Oi couldnae do i' wit'out 'em." She nods and then looks at her watch. "Sorry t'cut t'is short, boot Oi've gotta ge' me boys. Riordan'll need t'be fed." She pulls her wallet out and gives him a smile. "We shoul' dae t'is again.."

Andrea Angotti and Nadia(4yrs old): She grins, the blush kicking up a notch. "Good. Then from now on we have a date on Sunday, yes?"

Cameron Gerard: "Sure thing" he grins "Sounds like a plan." he gets to his feet aswell and pulls a few notes from his pocket to pay for his share. and also a scrap of paper with a cell phone number on offering it to her. "Let me know when."

Francesco Giardini: "Absolutely." He nods with a grin. "You can count on that."

Andrea Angotti and Nadia(4yrs old): "Good. So. Do you have your Christmas shopping done?"

Brigid O'Sullivan: She takes the scrap and hands him a card with her address and number on it. "T'ank ye..ye're guid company.." She sets her money on the table and gathers her things to go. "Talk t'ye later.."

Cameron Gerard: "Catch you later" he replies with a nod and a grin. pulling his trench coat of the back of his chair and putting it on in a single fluid movement he starts heading for the door.

Francesco Giardini: "Most of it." He nods a little bit. "I gotta do most of it online, since my family's pretty much all in D.C. Got a few things to pick up for people I've met, still, but the advantage of not having anyone you know in a new city is that you ain't gotta do much holiday shopping, I guess."

Andrea Angotti and Nadia(4yrs old): She chuckles. "I'm still shopping. LIke I said, its the first real Christmas we'll have in a couple years so..." She shrugs. "Its going to be different."

Francesco Giardini: "Yeah...it'll be pretty different for me, too." He nods a bit, glancing to Nadia with a smile, then back to her.

Andrea Angotti and Nadia: Nadia seems to have dozed off sitting up. Andrea glances sidelong and smiles softly, almost glowing as she strokes her daughter's curls back. "I may be...being forward but...we should talk. About Craven and me..."

Francesco Giardini: He cocks his head to the side a little, curiously, but nods. "All right. We can do that, if you want. Maybe...in a less public locale?"

Andrea Angotti and Nadia: "Yeah. Probably a good idea." She laughs. "We didn't order anything," She says, glancing guiltily towards the waitress.

Francesco Giardini: "Ahh, s'all right. I'll tip her big." He smiles and rises from the seat, calling the waitress over. He apologizes to her for the lack of ordering, but compensates with a $50 dollar tip, and hopes that she had a happy Thanksgiving.

Andrea Angotti and Nadia: Andrea blinks as he throws that much money around. He's as bad as Craven. She stands and carefully bundles Nadia into her coat and then pulls on her own black duster before carefully picking the little girl up. Nadia never even stirs.

Francesco Giardini: He doesn't seem to think too much of tossing out the tip. The trench coat is picked u[ and slid on, and he waits to guide them out the door.

Andrea Angotti and Nadia: "I'll follow you," she says softly, offering him a smile before nodding towards her purple VW bug.

Francesco Giardini: "All right." He heads out with her, moving to his Jetta and slipping in. He waits for her to be ready and then drives off, heading toward his Bronxville home.

Andrea Angotti and Nadia: She follows.