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Saoirse Lennon Twenty Four Bartender at Bottoms Up Loyal to the Cacciatore Something of a Hedonist Oh Lord, Heaven knows, we belong way down below

[slarchived]

“Look, my shift doesn’t start for another 30 minutes, so I officially don’t have to be nice for another half hour. You might want to keep that in mind before you open your fucking mouth again.”

[rebelliousraegan]

“You need to lay off, okay? Before I break every bone in your fucking body.”

[slarchived]

“Always a charmer, Raegan. Don’t start something you can’t finish, mkay sweetheart?”

[thedaisylennox-deactivated20150]

[slarchived]

“I always assumed it should be because you don’t remember a damn thing in the morning.”

“Hey, Dias. How’ve you been?”

[danielcacciatore-blog]

[slarchived]

“... Should I even ask?”

[pxterparkour]

“Oh my god, hi!”

[slarchived]

“Um.. hi? I think you might have the wrong person.”

[leyton3tla]

[eeusoualascaa]

[slarchived]

battle scars // maria&saoirse

[mariaxvincent]

In all honesty, Maria was starting to get used to spending time with Saoirse. It was getting easier to accept it, that she enjoyed the other woman’s company - that maybe, maybe what she was feeling wasn’t bad at all. And when something felt this good, how could it possibly be bad? She was sure that she was starting to spend more time in Saoirse’s apartment than her own, but she was beyond the stage of worrying about that. She had been sitting in the living room, waiting for the other woman to get out of the shower, but as usual, she’d gotten bored and had headed towards the bathroom door, conveniently left open. She peeked through the gap, watching as Saoirse clipped her hair up, the towel around her body falling slightly. Maria bit her lip, once again spotting the large scar on her back and she pushed the door open a little more, almost beginning to step inside. 

Maria paused in the doorway, frowning. “Saoirse, turn around.” She mumbled, watching her carefully. She’d seen the scar before, but she’d always been afraid to ask about it. However, this time, she couldn’t deny her curiosity. She walked towards Saoirse slowly, reaching towards the towel, her fingers just brushing the edge of the fabric. “I want to see it… The scar. What happened?” She asked quietly, looking up at the other woman.

[slarchived]

Lying was something that Saoirse could always do so naturally. It was as easy as breathing to the woman, something that she couldn’t imagine stopping. As a child, she often mused that there was something deeply wrong with her, with the lack of guilt and consequences. She didn’t have a tell like other children, she didn’t blush or blink or even change how she breathed. She didn’t remember when she started spinning story upon story to get what she wanted, she just knew that she never wanted to stop. 

And then she met Maria and the little redhead fucked up her entire system. 

Maria was supposed to be another con, another pretty little rich girl that fell for her act and then Saoirse had to go and fall in love with her. She wasn’t even sure when she started to have feeling for her, or when she started to love someone other than herself for only the third time in her life, but she did know one thing- lying to that innocent, beautiful face was impossible. It was taking all her skills and self control to keep her job under wraps, but everything else was fair game to the red head, even if she didn’t know it. 

She was so fucking grateful that Maria hadn’t asked about the scar until now. She prayed to whatever god would listen that she wouldn’t ever have to tell her about that night, or even her job. But of course, she was too damn curious to resist. Not that Saoirse could really blame her. She turned to face her, keeping the towel secured around her body. “Ria..” She started, begging clear in her voice. “Please, don’t.”

[harper-davenport-blog]

“Oh thank god!” she cried. A feeling of relief washed over her as she took notice to who she had run in to. Harper was not in the mood to hear someone complain about how much of a klutz she was. “I’m sorry.” she said with a small laugh, “For running into you. But I’m sorry you’re having a bad day too. Is everything okay?”

[slarchived]

“Oh, sweetie, it’s totally fine. Do not worry. Are you alright, Harper?” She asked, concern clear in her voice. It was fake, but Harper didn’t need to know that. She feigned a begrudging expression, looking down at the ground. “It’s just.. it’s the shelter, you know.” She looked back up at her, counterfeit compassion in her eyes. “We’re running out of funding and I’ve been going around to businesses all day, even going door to door for a few hours this morning- but nothing. No one wants to donate. Said people are better off on the streets. And, I mean, I’ve been there, Harper. I’ve had to live in the shelter before and it.. it was so much better than a bench, you know? It’s like.. life changing for so many people, gives them food and roof over their heads. People just don’t seem to get it.” She shook her head, tears nearly budding in her eyes. 

[mollyabrams]

“Fuck – Most people apologize when they knock others to the ground… although your unique take is very creative too.” A wince as her fingers edge against the scrape along her hairline, fingers drawing back faint vermilion. Her elbows sprawled against her knees from where she sat up from the collision. “Sorry – my head is often in the clouds, are you okay?”

[slarchived]

“Well, I guess I’m not most people- what can I say? I like to be unique.” Saoirse huffed out, leaning up as she inspected her legs. The skin was scraped up, a mere annoyance rather than a pain. She turned to her, shrugging her shoulder begrudgingly. “Yeah, I’m fine. You?” She added as an afterthought. 

[andrewpxrker-blog]

“Nope, not Jesus, just me. And you were in the way.”

[slarchived]

“And you would think so people wouldn’t come up with the exact same joke. Funny how unoriginal people are. And I assure you, I wasn’t. You just seem to enjoy barreling into other people.”

[linds-scott]

“You think you’d have learnt by now not to stand so close to the damn poles.”

[slarchived]

“I wasn’t standing by the fucking pole. I was trying to avoid the fucking shoes that the new girl cannot keep on her fucking feet and then you kicked me in the face.”

[peterhuxley-deactivated20150714]

“Oops. Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. Though, I’m not Jesus. I’m Luke, actually.” He extended a hand to help the girl up.

[slarchived]

“Clearly.” Taking his hand, Saoirse dusted off her pants and offered the man a tight lipped smile. “Saoirse.”

[gracexmbrose-blog]

“Maybe if you got out of the fucking way it would make life easier for us both.”

[slarchived]

“You understand that saying ‘move bitch’ is a lot more courteous than knocking into someone? And it’s a lot less likely that I’ll beat the shit out of you. It’s still likely given how fucking annoying you are, but less likely.”

[juliana--ortiz-blog]

“Oh shit.. sorry. I didn’t mean to.. Do you need help?”

[slarchived]

“Obviously. Mind giving me a hand?”

[harper-davenport-blog]

“Oh—” she hesitated, “I am so sorry. Please tell me you’re alright?”

[harper-davenport-blog]

[slarchived]

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Saoirse spewed at the person who knocked her over, expression changing from venomous to sugary sweet almost instantly as Harper came into view. “God, Harper, I didn’t see you. Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just having a rough day, you startled me.”

[slarchived]