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Her blow is enough to rock him to the side and he laughs, balancing himself back on the stool. “Alright, alright. I’ll be appreciative.” He made a face at her in response.
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She eyes him, arching a brow.
’ Has anyone ever told you that you look like a grown child? I mean, it's cute, but what are you? Forty? ’
She lifts a brow, taking a sip from her drink. She's not one to care for offending a stranger. Even if she did have his name now.
Harry made a show of batting his eyes at the woman. “My eyes are very pretty, aren’t they?” He said teasingly, a smile on his face as he took another sip of his drink. “You gonna share your name or should I come up with a nickname as mind-blowingly clever as the one you’ve bestowed on me?”
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She laughs and shoves his shoulder lightly, rolling her own bright blue hes.
’ It's Smalls. And be appreciative. Sheesh-- Men these days. ’
She teases quietly, her lips turning up into a smirk before she chuckles.
"Smalls? Sounds like a blues singer. And you’re in the ballpark… thirty-two. Kid’s less of a mouthful than young adult, don’tcha think?"
Listening to her response, he slid his glass forward and signaled for a refill.
"Smalls is a nickname, I take it? Unless your parents were the artsy type."
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She can't help but laugh just a bit, shaking her head and eyeing him with a slight smirk to her lips.
’ You're still young. --It is. But, you don't get to know my name. Haven't gone by it in years, so it doesn't matter anyway. '
I would like not having to pick your ass up off the floor.
’ Hmph. Aren't you a sweetie? Your hand is practically on it already. -- Thank you for the assistance, though. ‘
Alek smirked as she took a drag from his cigarette. “You can’t smoke in gloves. What’s wrong with you?” He raised a brow as she climbed the ladder. “You’re going to break your neck.” He put the cigarette in his mouth and reached up to try and steady her.
' Would you prefer doing this yourself? I'd be happy to let you do it instead. It's my job. I'd rather risk my neck than have to live out on the streets right now. '
"It’s ten below outside."
’ Get some gloves. ’
She mutters, taking his cigarette and taking a drag from it before smirking and handing it back. She makes her way back up the ladder and sighs, trying her best to stand at the top without dying. Why the ceilings in this place had to be so high, she'd never understand.
Alek walked into the main room and opened a window. It was way too cold to smoke outside and thanks to his little meeting with one of his underlings, he was camped out there for awhile. Just as he lit up his attention turned to the main on a ladder. “Sure,” he responded sticking the cigarette in his mouth and making his way over to her. “Kind of an important part of the process.” Alek handed her the duster with a smirk.
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Smalls gaze narrows onto the cigarette in the male's mouth. Cigarettes left a stench on every little thing in the vicinity. He was going to leave more work for her. Ashes. Smell. She had to smoke outside -- why shouldn't he?
’ Why the hell are you smoking in here? Huh? You see me working hard to clean, and you start smoking? What kind of crap is that? Really. ’
March chuckled. “I like the way you think, kid. Little dangerous… still fun.”
He drummed his fingers over the surface of the bar, waiting for the bartender to turn his way. After giving it some thought, he decided to offer his hand.
"The name’s March."
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Smalls smirks and laughs to herself. She hasn't been called a kid in a while. Maybe it's because of the fact she's cleaning up after the Spades for so long. She takes his hand and smirks.
’ Smalls -- and I'm not a kid. I'm twenty-two. What are you? Thirty? Or maybe forty? '
He grinned, “Wish I could say that there’s at least one or two that don’t invoke that feeling. But, no one really comes to mind.” The hitman stuck out a hand, “Name’s Harry.”
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A smirk, then a nod in his direction. She's never met anyone who hasn't at least gotten on her nerves once around this city.
’ Hmph. Such a simple name. I'm going to call you Blue instead. Pretty blue eyes. '
She teases softly as she takes hia hand and gives it a firm shake. She's never been one to call people by their real names. With what she's learned of this city in the last few months, perhaps that's a good thing in the long run.
He laughed, wrapping his hand around the drink in front of him. “That’s true. Being around that bunch will drive anyone to drinking.”
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She laughs to herself, shaking her head and taking a few more sips from her drink.
’ Being around anyone in this town has the same effect. That's what I'm finding, at least. You know, I never got your name.
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Smalls pulls her hair into a ponytail and sighs before climbing up on the ladder in front of her. She reaches the top before she makes a face and looks back down, seeing the tool she needed on the table.
’ Hey-- hand me that duster, would ya'? ’
March’s reaction time wasn’t completely sound, but he was able to play it cool for the most part. Now more than ever, it had seemed, friends had been leaving him in the most vulnerable of states. When he heard the girl’s voice, it made him chuckle.
"If it weren’t for the apartment, I’d call this home!"
He turned to observe her, young and visibly tired of work. Not a girl to take home, but one for interesting conversation, without doubt.
"Down those any quicker and your blood will be ten percent ethanol," he teased.
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Smalls pursed her lips and hummed, smirking to herself. She glanced over at him and raked her gaze over him once before settling back onto her drink. She laughs softly and grins to herself.
’ Ten? And I was shooting for twenty. ’
Feet aching, she slipped off her miles-high heels and slid into a stool near a raven-haired girl who looked positively approachable. Isabella did not, however, expect for the girl to speak to her — — and although she, truly, was not in the mood to slip into her costume once more that evening, practice did so pleasantly make perfect.
”All I need is the alcohol. Doesn’t really matter to me where I get it from. That being said… maybe I do come here just a little too often.”
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A smirk and she can't help but laugh a bit. She shifts her gaze over to the woman. A hand rakes through her hair and sighs to herself.
’ Often is never a bad thing. ’
Harry gave the woman a lopsided smile before tossing back the shot that’d been placed in front of him. He waved for another. “You don’t look old enough to have a reason to get shitfaced drunk. But then again, who really needs a reason?”
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A smirk and then she tilts back her drink, humming as the bitter liquid rushed down.
’ You saw where I work, and yet you don't think I have a reason? Please. ’
Taking a seat next to the young woman he’d spoke to a time or two before, Harry had no intention of bothering her in the beginning. Truth was, he’d spent too much time in the company of his ex-wife and not enough time between his girlfriend’s legs, which meant alcohol was his only good companion. Ordering a shot of whiskey from the bar, he shrugged off his jacket as the brunette spoke. “Only when I need to get shitfaced drunk, how about you?”
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Blue hues meet the male -- Hell, what was his name? -- before she smiles. At least it wasn't someone who would start something with her. She shrugs and holds up her now empty glass to the bartender.
’ Seems we think alike. ’
o p e n
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A sip is taken from the cup in front of her, blue eyes closing with a heavy sigh on her lips. She doesn't get time off very often. But, when she does, it's spent at the bar. She hears the seat beside her swivel and resists every urge to ask the person to leave. She knows all too well now that she really shouldn't make enemies in this town.
' Come here often? '
She muses, half teasingly, without every even looking to see who was sitting beside her. It all didn't really matter to her in the long run of things.
Allison stands still as Smalls’ wraps her arms around her, head resting gently on the other girl’s shoulder. There isn’t much energy left in her, not after the night’s activities and the run in with the Ripper. All she wanted was to not have to think, not have to do anything. And despite the consequences of having Smalls around without the pretense of maid and employer, she wanted the woman there with her. “I’ll go with you,” she muttered as Smalls pulled away, not able to return the small smile that was offered to her.
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Smalls nods, brushing her dark curls away from her face as she sets down the bucket of clothing and nods for Allison to follow her, walking quietly to the kitchen. It doesn't take her too long to fix up the warm drink in question, all the while keeping a watchful blue gaze on the Spade girl. A short walk to her bedroom before she's setting the drink onto the counter and eyeing Allison.
' ....Do you want to tell me what happened? '
