William Halloran [O'Malley's Irish Pub]: O'Malley's is across from Battery Park...shut down several months ago due to code violations from a gas leak (and reports of a crocodile), it reopened it's doors a couple months ago. Most people have come back...cheap drinks are cheap drinks. The far booth from the door against the outer wall has a head-sized hole in the wall that's never been fixed. William, though, is not sitting there...his enormous frame is resting on a bar stool, punishing the poor thing as he works on his fourth beer of the night. The enormous monstrosity is in a quiet mood tonight, ignoring the Skynard playing on the jukebox as he smokes.

Big and scary. Those are the two best words to describe the man standing there. Standing a touch over seven feet tall, and easily weighing over 400 pounds, the man pretty much defines the saying “I wouldn’t want to meet HIM in a dark alley!” His hair, a dark brown, is just a little too long to be considered short, and is worn combed straight back, revealing his face...and that’s not a good thing. The right side of his face is distorted and misshapen, looking somewhat caved in at the cheekbone, as if from an old wound. The eye above is perpetually bloodshot, though the original green reflected in the other eye struggles to show through. He’s dressed in a T-Shirt advertising New York City Wrestling, a huge pair of blue jeans, and size 17 boots. His gaze is surprisingly gentle for someone as intimidating as he is, and the look he gives off indicates...loneliness, perhaps? ((Fame 2: Check Who's Who for Details))

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae, Etc.): ((Need the desc?))

William Halloran [O'Malley's Irish Pub]: ((A reminder would be good. :) ))

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae, Etc.): The first thing most people notice about this girl is her wild hair. Bright red and orange mingles with the soft brown that seems to be her natural color. The next thing most notice is the innocence and eternal sunshine personality she seems to exude like that of a young child. Bright hazel eyes always seem to be reflecting some sort of inner joy or mischief. Her complexion is a lovely cream color with a touch of rose to her cheeks. She has a long slender figure that proves her to be an older woman that her attitude would seem. She has a slender figure with long, lanky limbs. Her movements are quick, slightly jerky, birdlike. The overall effect is cute more than pretty or sexy.

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae, Etc.): *Well, big and scary, don't seem to affect this girl. (Come on, she lives with a red cap!) She slides onto a stool right next to the man with a bright grin and orders a cherry coke. She looks up...then higher, then waaaaay up.* Wow...you're big!

William Halloran [O'Malley's Irish Pub]: He looks down at her, looking her over with a blink before offering a faint smile. "Yeh...yeh, I s'pose I am. Heya, how're ya doin'?"

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae, Etc.): *She grins* I'm great! Well, maybe not great but good, at least! *She holds out a hand towards him* I'm Stevie!

William Halloran [O'Malley's Irish Pub]: Her hand is engulfed by the massive paw that shakes it...the handshake extraordinarily gently, like that of a guy who knows his own strength and is careful not to use it. "M'William. Nice ta meetcha."

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae, Etc.): Nice ta meecha too. *She grins. Then tilts her head up at him.* You need ta smile more. Else someone might come along and tickle you.

William Halloran [O'Malley's Irish Pub]: He chuckles wryly, a deep sound from the back of his throat, and shrugs a bit. "Ain't ticklish. Been hit too many times to really have sensitive spots."

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae, Etc.): *She blinks* People hit you a lot? *Seems she doesn't know who he is.* Why?

William Halloran [O'Malley's Irish Pub]: He nods and picks up his beer, raising it to his lips and downing half in a draught. "Yeh. M'a pro wrestler. Local indy thing. Also bounce at a club in Staten Island."

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae, Etc.): *She blinks* Wow, you must be very busy. *She swings her legs sipping her soda, then chews her lip and pulls out a swiss army knife and a branch that's about the diameter of a quarter and broken down to about 4 inches in length. She flips one of the blades out and starts carving into it, still swinging her legs idly.*

William Halloran [O'Malley's Irish Pub]: He chuckles again. "Yeh, it keeps me outta trouble. Whaddya do?" He pulls a new cigarette and lights it, looking to her.

Stevie Marie Grayson: *She looks up at him, then down at the branch* Mmm...carvin' sumthin'. I never get inta trouble. No body ever wants ta hurt me! *She grins up at him.*

William Halloran [O'Malley's Irish Pub]: He gets an odd look iin his eyes, a slight glazing, before he smiles slightly. "A'ts good, Stevie. At's real good. Ain't nobody should wanna hurt ya."

Stevie Marie Grayson: *She grins and sips from her drink and keeps carving* Do ya have a girlfriend?

Stevie Marie Grayson: d10: Carving: 6,6,2,10,7,4,2,2,

Stevie Marie Grayson: d10: : 10,

Stevie Marie Grayson: d10: : 7,

William Halloran [O'Malley's Irish Pub]: He blinks at the sudden question. "Uhhh..." He looks down at the bar and reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck. "Well, I...kinda, I guess. Why?"

Stevie Marie Grayson: *She looks up at him, blinking, innocently.* You don't know if you have a girlfriend? *The bartender's probably going to be grumbling pretty soon about all of the wood chips she's leaving all over the place but she doesn't seem to notice.* Just wondering.

William Halloran [O'Malley's Irish Pub]: "It's..." He shrugs. "I do. Sorta. She's kinda with someone else, but she's...uh, with me, too." He looks down at the carving, chewing on his lip a little bit. "So what're ya carvin'?"

Stevie Marie Grayson: So you share? *She tilts her head curiously, peeking at him before looking back at the branch which has slowly taken the form of a bear, she seems to be working on the detail now, lines for fur, eyes, even carving out the mouth with tiny teeth. It's coming out damned good, too.*

William Halloran [O'Malley's Irish Pub]: "She loves the guy," he says with a faint shrug, taking another beer from the bartender and staring at it. "Havin' a kid with 'im. Ain't gonna get in the way-a that."

Stevie Marie Grayson: *She pauses and scratches her head, the black coming dangerously close to cutting into her but she manages to not hurt herself somehow.* So...she loves this other guy and is having a kid with him but she loves you too? *Not judgement, just the young-minded, naive girl trying to understand.*

Stevie Marie Grayson: ((The BLADE coming dangerously close...*L*))

William Halloran [O'Malley's Irish Pub]: "Yeh, somethin' like that," he says with a chuckle. "An' I love her. So I'm awright with it, I guess." He frowns at the knife as it comes close to her skin. "Better be careful with that. Ye'll hurt yerself."

Stevie Marie Grayson: Huh? Oh...*She ducks her head, sheepishly.* Oops...*She dusts off the bear, finishing it and sets it down in front of him* Well, if you're really alright with it, you should still smile more. Love supposed ta make ya happy.

William Halloran [O'Malley's Irish Pub]: "Huh?" He blinks a moment, then shrugs. "I'm happy. Happy enough. Ain't mean I gotta smile all the time."

Stevie Marie Grayson: It doesn't? *She seems to think she DOES smile all the time. Certainly she seems to do it a lot.* But why not smile if you're happy?

William Halloran [O'Malley's Irish Pub]: "Why should I smile if I'm happy?" He grins a bit and shrugs. "I know I'm happy. Ain't gotta announce it to the world, y'know?"

Stevie Marie Grayson: But why not? If ya annouce it ta the world, maybe someone else'll smile. And then someone else will and then pretty soon everyone will! *She grins*

William Halloran [O'Malley's Irish Pub]: He chuckles. Cute kid. "Stevie...trust me. Even when I smile, most people are too busy runnin' from my ugly mug t'take the time t'smile."

Stevie Marie Grayson: Aw! That's just cause ya ain't smilin' right...ya gotta smile from here. *She pokes him in the middle of the chest.* When ya do, even big guys like you aren't scary. *She grins and nods.*

William Halloran [O'Malley's Irish Pub]: He smiles a bit and finishes off his beer. Definitely not a smile from there. "Maybe." He rises from his stool and nods to Stevie. "Been good meetin' ya, Stevie...but I gotta take off. Maybe I'll see ya around."

Stevie Marie Grayson: *She sighs. She'll have ta try harder next time.* Hey wait! Don't forget your bear! *She picks up the carving and holds it out to him*

William Halloran [O'Malley's Irish Pub]: He blinks and looks at the bear, then smiles, taking it from her. "Oh...thanks. I appreciate it. Nice fuckin' work." He nods to her. "Be safe out there. Rough streets. Night." He nods, then turns to leave.

Stevie Marie Grayson: *She pouts* but I made it for you...*She sounds so very sad.*

Stevie Marie Grayson: ((DLP)) *She grins and nods, making her voice a bit deeper* We are the strange ones mister. *She giggles and bounces to her feet and heads out right behind him*

William Halloran [O'Malley's Irish Pub]: That comment draws a blink, and an odd grin, before he nods to her and heads out, toward the subway and home.