William Halloran: He's sitting at the
bar of the Dolphin, just having gotten off his shift about an hour ago. It's not
the highest-class bar in the neighborhood, but not a dive, either. A little
rowdy, nothing too horrible. The big guy's had a couple drinks in him, and is
working on a third, sitting alone.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther makes a heavy
tromp down the sidewalk, flicking some ash from his black n mild toward a
passing woman who happened to look his way. He gives a sneer and makes his way
toward Will's bar.
Ita McNairee: *Will's not alone for long..an
ambush is approaching, a overly curvy, slightly rotund ambush, as she moves
towards him as stealthy as possible, trying not to get spotted by the usual loud
mouthed regulars. least they'll see the stomach she's packing and think twice*
Ita McNairee:
6,8,4,1,4,
Ita McNairee: *she's just stealthy enough
not to walk righ up to him, tiny woman approaching him from behind*
William Halloran:
3,9,9,8,
William Halloran: He picks up his beer,
without looking behind him. "Hey, Ita." His lips quirk in a smile, as he downs
some alcohol-y goodness.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther thumps the mild
to the ground, stomping it out with a heavy black boot on his way into the bar.
Upon entering he plants his feet and looks over to where he would imagine will
to be.. with a menacing grin. He advances in a much less stealthy approach..
looking unintentionally like someone who is about to start some shit.
Ita McNairee: *she sighs and rests her head
on his back* och.. ruin me fun. *she's yet to notice a tromping german, sighing*
'ow are ye?
Gunther Kasimir Berg: With a smirk, Gunther
tromps up behind Ita and shouts in a low rumble ~german~ "Take cover! The
russians are coming!"
William Halloran: "Gunther, don't be
startin' shit in my bar. Might have to bounce ya." A smirk, as he sets the beer
down, finally looking their way.
Sady: ~She tilts her head up at the bar
curiously, stopping outside of it, hands planting lazily on her hips. She looks
at the door, her head tilting the other way~
Ita McNairee:
2,6,5,3,6,
Ita McNairee: *the pikey meanwhile skitters
sideways with a pained yelp, nearly tripping over the leg of a stool, well out
of harms way in her panic, hands round her stomach* Fooken.. Gunther!
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther lets out a low
chuckle, plopping heavily down on a stool in the vicinity. "Will.. you's onea
the only fuckers I could believe ta do it. I ain't startin nothin."
William Halloran: He grins a little to
Gunther, before casting a concerned look to Ita. "Y'okay, Ita?"
Ita McNairee: aye.. heh. damned arsehole.
*she moves closer, shaking her head and giving gunther a shove, friendly, a
smile to both him and will*
Sady: ~She steps inside, her thumbs
hooked through her beltloops at the front of her jeans~
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther remains unmoved
by the pikey, his eyes narrow "Hey.. I gotta bone ta pick with you.."
Ita McNairee: ye've bones tae peck? *she
hauls herself up on the biggest man there. bigger = comfier chair. Will getting
a lap full of pikey ass* Wha's thes than gunther doves,? *a smile and a glance
about*
Ita McNairee:
9,3,7,8,
Gunther Kasimir Berg: His lip curls slightly
at the pikey "Whatchu been sayin bout Gunther?"
William Halloran: He puts his arm around
the pikey's waist, steadying her protectively, even as he gets a bit of a flush
to his cheeks and his head ducks.
Sady: ~She slips through the crowd,
getting bumped occasionally, but continuing on. Her eyes peering about for a
dark corner to stick herself in~
Sady:
5,6,1,7,
Ita McNairee: *a smile at SAdy, but the
pikey knows better than to call her over. no matchmaking needed* wha ye mean
darlin? aboot wha? *she shifts in will's lap brown eyes twinkling up at him as
she touches his blushing cheek*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: His hard eyes turn to
slits on the gyp. "Quit playin stupid, Ita.. You know damn well what I'm talkin
bout. I know you been talkin ta that bitch bout Gunther. Quit it."
Sady: ~And manages to walk smack into
someone in not paying attention to where she's going~
Ita McNairee: aulrecht loves. *she nods.
reaching for gunther's leg with her foot, stretching awkwardly* Ah wasnae meanen
harm.. *she watches him, head cocked*
Ita McNairee:
5,4,5,3,6,
Sady:
9,7,2,8,3,8,7,
Sady: ~She bounces off the person she
smacked into, and keeps her feet just fine with a scowl to them~ Scuse you.
~Steps around, and keeps moving, her eyes still looking for a place to lean~
Sady:
9,6,8,7,
William Halloran:
7,3,8,4,
Ita McNairee: *she frowns just a little,
slipping off Will's lap with an apologetic smile and moving to stand between
gunther's knees. hands on his thighs as she murmers close to his ear*
William Halloran: He looks between Gunther
and Ita, eyes flicking up to note Sady's presence and offer her a slight nod
before he looks back to his comrades.
Sady: ~She catches the look, and the nod,
and returns it. Then catches notice of the big german and the little pike. She
smiles, and starts in their direction~
Gunther Kasimir Berg:
3,7,5,6,7,8,
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks past Ita
to notice Sady approaching. He closes his mouth, not even bothering to respond
to Ita's murmer. He turns back around facing the bar and orders a beer.
Sady: ~She raises an eyebrow to Gunther,
then shrugs and looks to Ita~ Hey guys. 'Sup?
Ita McNairee: *she moves out of the way and
sighs, shaking her head. .. men. .. a smile up to the big man* Ye? Aulrecht fer
a perch agawn? *a grin to Sady* Allo doves
William Halloran: A bit of a frown...he's
not the most observant man in the world, but he recognizes there's something
flying over his tall-ass head. He looks between the three, a little confused.
William Halloran: He flushes again at
mention of perching, but nods. "Sure thing, Ita."
Ita McNairee: *she reaches up for his
shoulders, crawling up best she can with her belly impeding her flexiblity a
little*
Ita McNairee:
5,4,3,3,6,
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther digs in his
pocket, pulling out a few crumpled bills and slapping them down on the counter.
He wraps his gruff hand around his beer as to have something to do other than
turn around and talk to the female. He takes a big gulp.
Ita McNairee: **little help.. a gypsy having
overestimated the power of her arms, or having underestimated her current
weight*
Sady: ~She smirks at Gunther's back, and
shakes her head and looks to Ita~ He givin ya shit 'bout last night?
William Halloran: He leans down and picks
her up, gently, settling her on him, lips pressing together as he clears his
throat, nervously.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther glares down to
the bar in front of him, gripping his glass a bit tighter in an obvious
frustration. Can't hit her.. not in Will's bar..
Ita McNairee: last necht? *she cocks her
head as she dangles a little awkwardly, not quite seated on the giant's lap,
until he sets her on him proper, receiving a soft peck to the lips in
appreciation. she leans back into him and sings* gunther darlin?
Gunther Kasimir Berg: ~german~ "What.. the
fuck.. do you want?" He gruffs out, in a low harsh tone.
Sady: ~She blinks a few times, with that
"hand caught in the cookie jar" look. Her eyes dart to Gunther, then back to Ita~
Oh it was nuthin... nevermind. ~Clears her throat and takes a couple of steps
back~ I should get goin, you guys are uh...... Yeah...... ~She turns and starts
to leave~
Ita McNairee: * uh oh. he's into german...and
now Sady's leaving ... * och..er... wha;s gaen awn doves? *out of the loop,
she looks up to will. maybe he knows?*
William Halloran: His shrug says it
all...he has no clue. Although those bouncer instincts are starting to kick in,
as he watches the situation with a hint of wariness.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther just sits
there, eyeing the bar in front of him as though he suspects it just might jump
up and have its hand at the limbo.. gruff hand still tight around his beer..
knuckles starting to whiten.
Sady: ~She shakes her head and quickly
makes for the other end of the bar, though not leaving yet. No sense in starting
a fight with him now, though she figures it's already too late for that. She
finds a bit of wall to lean on and runs her fingers through her hair with a
scowl~
Ita McNairee: ..*her voice is soft and warm
as she lullabys* Beg felly.. wha's thes than? .. enjoy yer jaughermeister.. aye?
(rolling manip + emp. -2 dif ench vc)
Ita McNairee:
2,2,2,6,6,6,5,
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther takes a drink,
hard eyes still down to the bar.
William Halloran: The situation's resolved
itself for now, and he relaxes a bit, picking up his beer and taking a drink.
Ita McNairee: *she sighs and leans forward
best she can to touch the german's arm, before leaning back into will. she'll
not make things worse.*
Sady: ~Antsy... too antsy..... And
grumbling. Her foot tapping impatiently, her eyes resting on the trio. She
pissed him off again, but that's no surprise. Her special talent for that shines
constantly on it. Not that she cares, a snort to herself, and a glare crossing
her eyes~
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther slowly turns
around, not sure if she's still back there or not.. he looks to Ita, then Will
with an odd look.. a mixture of anger and confusion. He takes another gulp from
his beer.
William Halloran: "So, uh, how ya been,
Gunther? Ain't see ya in a while..." He nods to the man.
Ita McNairee: *ita returns Gunther's look
with a soft one of her own, eyes drifting to Sady a moment. apologetic and
bemused. she contents herself with nibbling at will's shirt*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther's lip curls
looking at the man "Been ticked off is all.. Ain't much goin on. Makin my hussle..
tryin ta set up some better gigs. Ran into this guy last night that said he
liked my shit.. Said he was gonna get it played on the radio next Saturday for
me."
Ita McNairee: *eyes light up* och..really
doves?
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives a gruff nod,
downing the rest of his beer with a vengence.
Sady: ~The scowl flashes away catching
Ita's eye, but quickly replaces itself, her arms crossing~
William Halloran: His eyebrow quirks. "Good
shit, man. Real good shit."
Ita McNairee: *the pretty pikey sighs,
watching gunther*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks over to
Sady, then back to Will and Ita. He gives an irritated sigh, slumping over the
bar. "Am I bein an ass? I ain't mean ta be.."
Ita McNairee: *a soft look both to Gunth and
sady, before she sings* reckon yer jes unused tae sooch aye? ye an her are both
damned wrecks. *a little smile as she cocks her head, singing* ye aulrecht
Gunther?
William Halloran: "I ain't got no idea
what's goin' down, Gunther," the man says with all honesty. "So I'm a bad man to
ask."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He sneers, looking
back down to his empty glass "Course I am. Gunther's fine."
Sady: ~She glowers at his looking at her,
then turns her eyes away, realizing she's been staring at them. Her foot tapping
picks up, her arms tightly wrapped around herself~
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks over to
Will "You ever just wanna slam a bitch's face in tha concrete, will?" An honest
question.
William Halloran: "Not outside-a the ring."
He shakes his head, eyes turning downward...whoa, pikey cleavage. He looks over
quickly, toward his beer, and picks it up for a swallow.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther reaches back to
rub the back of his bald dome, thinking to himself.
Ita McNairee: *she sighs and rolls her eyes.
god damn men and their pride. she hugs on will with a cheeky grin and pokes
gunther with her foot* ye are bein an arse. ye wan tha lass? gawn an gie
'er. dinnae fook aboot. she wans ye. thenks ye hate er..aye.. try nae fighten
wie er fer wance *poke poke with the little moccassined foot*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He glares at Ita "Just
cause I'll admit ta bein an ass.. ain't mean I like tha bitch." He gives a long
pause and another irritated sigh before turning around and waving Sady over with
a gruff mit.
Ita McNairee: *ita gives a soft smile to
Gunther, then looks to SAdy, tilting her head for her to come join them.*
Sady: ~Don't do it...... don't do
it....... don't do it..... he's just going to be an ass..... Her eyes found
their way back to the group once he had turned away, but then she looks down
again with a scowl. She looks up again, and at Ita~
Ita McNairee: *the pikey waves, friendly. a
smile and a crook of her finger.. come on now.*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives an
attractive snort, then turns around in his stool to fully face the woman when
she hesitates "Get yer tiny ass over here fore I hafta draga bitch." You know..
his way of saying she's politely welcome to join them. He has such charm.
William Halloran: Sady and Gunther? He
looks back and forth between the two, eyebrow raised.
Sady: ~Conspiracy. Gotta be a fuckin
conspiracy. She pushes off the wall, still glowering at the trio and starts back
that way~
Ita McNairee: *she can't help but laugh. but
its muffled in her throat as she looks up to Will with merry eyes twinkling*
Sady: ~She shoots a glare at Gunther~ Only
thing yer gonna be draggin is yer ass out the door an you know it. ~Her eyes
flicker to Ita, the corner of her lips twitching ever so slightly~
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He blinks to Ita,
confused at her reaction.. afterall.. he WAS being nice "What?" He gruffs
Sady: ~Sticks her tongue out at Gunther~
William Halloran: He looks down to Ita...EYES,
look at the eyes...and shakes his head a little, sighing. Women. He picks up his
beer, taking another drink, draining the bottle. Before he sets it down, the
bartenders put another one up.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He glares at Sady then
spins back around to face the bar.
Ita McNairee: yer both damned comic. *she
grins merrily, warm to the german as she waves from Will's expansive lap* sady
doves. *a grin at the tongue* giena felly tongue sae soon? Reckon yer suited tae
me job,.. reckon there's an openen *a cheeky wink*
Sady: ~She rolls her eyes at Gunther
turning his back and looks to Ita again, shrugs~ See? ~Throws her hands up and
turns away again~
Ita McNairee: nae nae.. gie back o'er eere!
*laughs and shakes her head*
Sady: ~She turns around, looking to Ita
with another scowl, her arms crossing~ I can't even fuckin joke with him without
him gettin all pissed off! I told ya, he fuckin hates me!
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther's eyes narrow,
spinning back around irritated " - the fuck I do this time!? I ain't call ya a
slut.. I ain't hitta bitch.. I ain't done shit ta yer tiny ass." He shakes his
head, stepping up from the stool "You bitches are fuckin crazy. Gunther ain't
NEED this shit.."
Sady: Sit yer ass down and shut up. ~Looks
up at him, arms still crossed~ All I did was try an crack a joke an you turned
around all pissed off. So if that's the way yer gonna be, then fine. ~She looks
to Ita~ Ita girl, you got my number. ~She turns around again~
Ita McNairee: *she slips off her stool,
pregant pikey realizing laughing is not the best option here.. but damn it..
they were both ridiculous* Alrecht lads an lassies.. calm tha fook doown. *she
moves to stand between them. (rolling manip + emp for next little speech. 1 wp)
Ita McNairee:
4,6,9,2,1,8,6,
William Halloran: For his part, he just
watches calmly, working on beer number four.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther balls up his
massive fists.. reminding himself again.. can't hit her.. not in will's bar. He
looks to Ita for further reasoning.
Sady: ~She looks over her shoulder, not
walking away yet~
Ita McNairee: Gunther.. *she shakes her
head, pikey quickspeak rattling out in a merry melody* Sady es Joken wie ye,
goaden ye, fer tae show enterest en yer beg gangbangen beer guzzlin baldheaded
self. she's Nae tryen tae challange ye an be a betch. Sady.. Gunther.. es tryen
tae be awfi nice tae ye, an show ye ee doesnae hate ye. es jes awfi fooken rough
o et. Ee's gien tha idea tha ye dinnae like hem..causen every time ee
tries ye take offense o wha ee's daen. *she looks to and from each of them,
shaking her head* tha clear thengs oop et aul?
Ita McNairee: (5 sux *lix all*)
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther just kinda
sneers at Ita, plopping back down on his stool without saying anything.
Sady: ~She listens to Ita, slowly turning
back around, then eyeing Gunther~
Ita McNairee:
10,5,5,9,4,
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nudges his chin
up in a tiny gesture to Sady ~german~ "Eat shit and die." He extends his hand in
a friendly attempt.
William Halloran: He smiles very faintly,
as Ita plays peacekeeper, hidding by the bottle to his lips. Maybe he's just
glad a fight's not gonna break out in his bar.
Sady: ~She makes a face at the german, but
takes the hand, returning the chin up to him and spits out in italian~ You are a
world class fucking asshole.
Ita McNairee: *she smiles at them* there we
are.. aul clear? Noow effen yer gintae be dicke tae each ether... ye kain where
ye stan *she smiles widely and crawls up into Will's lap again*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther smirks, quite
proud of himself for being so friendly. He leans back on the bar and orders
himself another beer. Digging in his pocket to pull out another handful of
crinkled small bills he looks over to Sady "Drink?"
Sady: ~Shakes her head no~ No thanks.
~Eyes Ita again, suspicously, but with a smirk~
William Halloran: That slight tensing as
Ita climbs back up onto him, though he doesn't flush as much, the alcohol just
now starting to effect him.
Ita McNairee: *the pregnant little pikey
grins to the both, making a noise to herself in contentment as she settles,
kissing a giant's cheek in pleasure*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther slaps some
bills down on the bar and takes hold of his beer, gulping it down more quickly
than usual. The more he drinks.. the less he'll be required to speak.
Sady: ~She raises a brow at Gunther,
glancing over to Will and Ita again~
Ita McNairee: *a chuckle, ita nods her head
towards gunther* sae loves? Ets saturday yer awn tha radio?
William Halloran: He chimes in, trying to
be conversational, to make up for the non-talking ones. "Yeah, what staion's it
gonna be on?"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods "At's what
he told me. Said he was gonna announce my next gig out for me.. try an get folks
out there."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He rattles off the
station (i can't offhand remember which one. though i was told.. heh.)
Sady: ~She leans over against the bar, her
head tilting~
William Halloran: "Cool. I'll be sure ta
listen."
Ita McNairee: och aye. me tae loves. *she
nods with a grin* et'll be good fer monies aye?
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives another
tiny shrug "I ain't know.. Couldn't hurt none.."
Sady: ((93.9. ~G~ ~Only remembers it cuz
it's one number off from the normal station I listen to ~L~))
Ita McNairee: Wha time? ye kain?
William Halloran: He looks from Ita to
Gunther with a nod at her question.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((*giggles* damnit.. i
should have copied all of that stuff.. shoulda known i would forget it)) He
gruffs out the time with a tiny sneer, becoming more and more uncomfortable with
the conversation revolving around him. He takes down the rest of his beer in one
big gulp.
Ita McNairee: *well.. seems they've
exhausted that awkward subject.. ummm.. she turns to say* ye! ye dizzy bint *a
grin* wha ye been oop tae?
Ita McNairee: (turns to Sady)
Sady: ((Midnight ~L~))
Sady: ~She shrugs, smirking~ Pissin off
people an gettin inta trouble. Damn near got in a fight at a party last night
with some drunk slobs. Gunther got me outta it though. ~Glances at him, then
back to Ita~ Other than that, nuthin really. You like them toys I gotcha?
Ita McNairee: ah dae! *she smiles and looks
to Gunther* Och ee played tha gentleman ded ee..make any folk wet themselves
thes time? *a wide grin as she licks Will's wrist on a whim*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shakes his
head, sneering down at his empty glass "Sady wouldn't let me start any shit.."
William Halloran: A blink, and he looks
down at the woman on his lap, before that flush returns, and he grabs his beer,
chugging the whole thing down. Once again, another one is thereby the time the
bottle is laid back on the bar.
Sady: ~She smirks~ Wouldn'a done no good
for either onea us t'be beatin on some dumb drunk fucks. We'da likely wound up
hurtin 'em permanently.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods to Sady..
yeah.. that was kinda the point. And people thought HE was slow..
Ita McNairee: *she nods* aye. reckon ye folk
best stick tae hasslen each ether. ye never kain wha kindo folk ye'll be fighten
wie. *she nods and smiles up at will, giving a laugh and stretching to murmer in
his ear*
Ita McNairee -> William Halloran: ye
aulrecht darlin? ah'n nae tae heavy?
Sady: ~She glances to Gunther, puzzled
look crossing her face. They agreed... on... something.....? ~She looks over to
Ita, scratching the side of her head~
William Halloran: He nods a little bit,
grunting back to her.
Gunther Kasimir Berg:
9,3,3,3,10,6,
Ita McNairee: *she smiles to all three,
pleased*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((one sux on per+alert
to overhear))
William Halloran -> Ita McNairee: "M'fine,
Ita. And naah, yer fine." A pause. "So when'd ya get pregnant? Or am I just that
'blivious?"
William Halloran -> Gunther Kasimir Berg: "M'fine,
Ita. And naah, yer fine." A pause. "So when'd ya get pregnant? Or am I just that
'blivious?"
Ita McNairee: ochh *she laughs, and as
pregnant women are wont to do, captures the giant's hand and presses it to her
belly* been awhile loves. 4 months?
Sady: ~She looks around, blinking for a
minute~ Hey, I need ta get goin. Any o'yas need a lift home?
Ita McNairee: *Brown eyes drift to Gunther*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther squints at Sady
suspiciously..
William Halloran: "Wow." He blinks. "I am 'blivious."
He takes a good, long drink of his beer, then looks up at Sady and grins, a bit
widely. Looks like the alcohol buzz is in full effect. "Not 'less ya wanna drive
me up th' stairs outside."
Sady: ~She lifts a brow at Gunther~ What?
You need a lift home or not? ~Glances to Ita, too~
Sady: ~She blinks once........ her eyes
flickering over to Will, frowns and looks to Ita~
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther sneers at sady..
thinking to himself, she kisses my nose again, i'll just stake tha bitch and
call my boss. He'll know what to do with her.. He grumbles "Beats walkin.." He
pushes himself up from the stool.
Ita McNairee: ah'm aulrecht doves *she
shakes her head, a smile*
Ita McNairee: *a beam as gunther takes the
bait*
Sady: ~She winks to Ita and nods, then
nods to Gunther and turns, heading for the door~
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Seeing her wink,
Gunther grumbles something in a low rumble of angry german. He tromps out the
bar and can't help but feel like he's being set up. Damn women.. nothing but
trouble.
Sady: ~She glances back, the look on Ita's
face registering and raises an eyebrow. She gives a wave to Will, then slips
outside~
Ita McNairee: *a wave and contented chuckle
as she remains with the giant* Well. an than there was three, aye?
William Halloran: He nods his head to Sady
in goodbye, and to Gunther. Once they're gone, he grins down to Ita. "Cute c'ple."
Sady: ~She turns to the left and starts
walking down the street, glancing back over her shoulder at Gunther~ Did it
hurt?
Ita McNairee: *a cheeky grin* like damned
teenagers, those tae.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Once outside the bar,
Gunther stops to light up another black n mild flicking his hard eyes around the
area for her car.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He follows her down the
sidewalk "What hurt?" He gruffs.
Sady: Bein nice. ~Smiles at him and
snickers, her car about half a block down the road~
William Halloran: He chuckles a little bit,
and nods, reaching for his beer again. "Yeah, 'bout that."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He sneers but continues
to follow along, a few steps behind the woman.. so he can keep an eye on her
every movement. "Shut tha fuck up."
Sady: ~She shakes her head and digs her
keys out of her pocket, then cracks up laughing~ Figures. ~She unlocks the
passenger side, then moves around to the driver's side~
Ita McNairee: *about now she finally notes
the beers, eyes widening* och..dinnae make me carry ye oop those stairs,, dinnae
reckon ah'll 'ave mooch luck. *she nudges into him*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther lays a heavy
hand on the door, watching her walk around the vehicle "What?" He gruffs out.
Why do women never say what they damn mean..
Sady: ~She opens the door and puts her
foot on the doorframe, shrugging a shoulder~ Yer cute when ya talk big. ~Smirks,
then drops down into the driver's seat~
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther stands there
for a moment longer than her, grumbling "Gunther ain't cute.. bitch.." before
plopping down in the passenger seat and closing the door.
William Halloran: "I c'n get up th' stairs
fine, Ita," he rumbles, a little slurred. "'f nothin' else, Mike there c'n help
me." He gestures his head toward the other bouncer for the bar.
Sady: ~The engine purrs to life, and takes
off once Gunther's in. She chuckles, glancing over at him, then shakes her head
and heads off towards his place~
Ita McNairee: rehct,, nae moore boozes fer
ye ye puzzydrunk, *a good natured grin as she wraps her arms round his neck*
coome awn oop stairs wie a pikey.
William Halloran: A sigh, and he nods,
looking at the bartender. "I been cut off, boss. Guess I'm goin' home." He
finishes off the last beer.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther stares out his
window, minding to keep his eyes off Sady as they drive along "Danke." He gruffs
out after a long pause "Fer takin me home an shit."
Ita McNairee: *she grins and slips off his
lap, extending a hand up to him*
Sady: ~She shrugs~ No big deal, man. Yer
a'ight. So I don't guess I mind. ~She keeps her eyes out on the road~
William Halloran: He stands up, slowly, and
takes her hand. "Night, Jason." The bartender nods to William, and starts to
clean up the bottles where Will was.
Ita McNairee: *she smiles and waves to jason*
g'nect! *leading will upto the stairs outside* coome awn ye beggun.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods and looks
back out his window. Unless asked a direct question he'll remain quiet the
entire trip.
Sady: ~She pulls up infront of his
building, and reaches over, popping the glove compartment open. She digs around
and pulls out a napkin, then a pen and writes something on the napkin~
William Halloran: He ambles along after
her, patting the other bouncer, Mike, on the shoulder, causing a wince to the
man. "Later, Mike." He moves out the door, and looks up to the stairs before
making the climb, slowly, one step at a time.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther squirms
uncomfortably when she digs around in the glove compartment, peering
suspiciously at her.. what's she up to..
Ita McNairee: *ita's careful. visions of
being grabbed for support and tumbling down the stairs not sitting well with her
as shewaits at the top for him to unlock the door, fishing for the keys in the
tight pockets of his pants* ets tha square wan..aye?
Sady: ~She tosses the pen back in the
glovebox and shuts it, then hands him the napkin~ Call me if ya need a lift or
somethin. ~She peers outside, and the shady figures normally there~ You want me
ta walk ya in?
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther flashes her a
sneer "Gunther can walk himself in.." He opens the door, pausing "Ya can if ya
want. I ain't give a fuck." He steps out, closing the passenger side door behind
him and makes his way for the entrance.. not really expecting her to follow.
Sady: ~She frowns a bit, and turns her
eyes to the road. Looks back to Gunther, then the road. Gunther. Road. Gunther.
Road. She shuts the engine off and gets out, locking the car up, then trotting
to catch up to him~
William Halloran: "Yeah, the square one,"
he mumbles, blushing furiously as her hand goes into his pocket.
Sady: ((~G~ ni ni guys! ~Backspaces many
times.... finally finds right keys~))
: ((thanks for tha scene, guys. *G*))
Ita McNairee: (byeeeeeee)
William Halloran: ((Bye, you two!))
Ita McNairee: *she grins up to him.
unlocking the door and moving inside calling out* hoome sweet hoome loves,
stumble yerself en!
William Halloran: And amble on in he does.
He hasn't gotten a new couch, apparently, as the old one is quite obviously
broken, one of the armrests having splintered of, so it's nowhere near usable.
Ita McNairee: och jaysus.. *she laughs as he
turns on th elights and illuminates the wrecked couch* fook loves yer hard awn
furniture aye? *she extends her hands again, drawing him to the bedroom as thats
really the only other place with furniture...then again* yer bed stell work?
William Halloran: A nod. "Yeah. Bed ain't
broke none." He follows her along into the bedroom.
Ita McNairee: *tug tug, she hauls the giant
into the bedroom, grinning merrily as she plumls down on the bed* there ye are
doves. ye aulrecht stumbly mcbiggun?
William Halloran: He lays down on the bed
with a grunt, nodding. "Yeah, m'fine. Thanks, Ita. Yer good folkses."
Ita McNairee: och sae are ye. tae o em. ah
reckon, frem looken o ye. *she smiles and moves to start hauling his boots off.
dear god. this had been easier a few months ago*
William Halloran: "Look who's talkin'." He
grins a little, sitting up to help her. he's not as drunk as he got on his
birthday, and so he's able to help her get him ready for bed.
Ita McNairee: *she grins* och.. shut et
ye. *a cheeky wink as she looks up at him* hoows yer wrestlen gawn?
Ita McNairee: *one boot off she starts with
the second*
William Halloran: "S'goin' good." He nods,
letting her unlace the boot as he takes his jacket, then his shirt off. "Gon'
have a tryout match with a bigger promotion 'n a c'ple weeks. Dunno if it'll go
an'where, but y'never know, right?"
Ita McNairee: och. 'ope sae loves.. ah'll
miss ye effen ye gie aul famous an move tae ollywoods. but reckon ah stell ope
et fer ye *a warm smile as the other boot comes off with a clunk to the floor.
she begins to work at his beltbuckle, rather oblivious to whether its
appropriate or not. she was undressing someone. actions on autopilot as she
grins and chirps* wha ye mean try oot match.. like an audition?
William Halloran: "Pretty much, yeh." He
nods. "Call 't a dark match, 'causen its done 'fore the actual taped show." He
tries to help her unbuckle his pants, and kinda just gets in the way. Four
hands, one belt buckle...just don't work. "'n it'd be still 'n New York...jus' a
bigger promotion."
Ita McNairee: och, well tha's good than.
*she nods and pats at his hands as he gets in the way, bending to skiss them
with a grin before wrestling is belt looses and tugging at the jeans* willnae 'ave
tae travel sae far tae veset ye.
William Halloran: He grins a little. "Naaah.
Still be here, if'n it happ'ns." He looks at her. "Thank ya, Ita."
Ita McNairee: *she gives up on the pants.
he's too heavy to coax them from, moving to his side* Yer welcome darlin. ye gie
soome rest. aye beg man?
William Halloran: "I will. I'll see ya
later, Ita." He smiles drunkenly up to her. "Take care."
Ita McNairee: *a kiss to a crushed cheek and
a wink* g'necht doves. ye tae. *she nods and heads out the door, locking it and
skidding the key back under the door as she heads out*
William Halloran: And he finishes getting
ready for bed, slipping under the covers and curling up. Only way he can sleep
straight. He's out like a light.