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Post by Eoin O'Brien on Jun 28, 2015 13:50:10 GMT -5
Eoin sipped casually on his rum as he watched the people around him commence the party of the evening. He hummed to himself as he mused over how predictable their actions were, how positively sad it was that none of them were the least bit out f the ordinary and how he could convince one of the flapper girls to come home with him, without alerting Cormac - he would hate for the old man to know he had a weak spot for women in feathers and frill.
He placed his drink on the counter, nodded to the barman and then outside.
"I'm off to smoke, would you mind refilling my glass while I'm gone?" he smiled politely and turned after the barman graciously nodded heading for the door and bumping into a woman on his way out. Immediately his hands moved to her elbows lightly holding her in place as he apologized.
"Terribly sorry, I was rushing, are you alright - oh, Teagan. Hello."
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jun 28, 2015 14:15:05 GMT -5
Teagan was on the prowl as she headed for the O'Brien family speakeasy. She was in need of some attention in the form of some wealthy chap buying her drinks for the evening, telling her how beautiful she already knew she was, and potentially bedding the man if he proved worthy of her time. This was a typical night for her, really, so as she pushed open the door and gave a polite nod to the bouncers, she set her sights on the bar.
Before she made it there, though, a man significantly taller than her managed to collide with her front. She felt her elbows be gripped slightly to steady her, which was a gentlemanly act, but as she looked up to find Eoin standing before her, she blinked a few times. "Babyface," she greeted, having coined the nickname for the younger man a few months prior. "Not leaving already, are you? I've only just arrived," she said with a light smirk, though she would never bed a man younger than her. It was still fun to tease.
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Post by Eoin O'Brien on Jun 28, 2015 14:24:05 GMT -5
He smiled politely, though the demeaning nickname made him want to show off his status and truly make her understand just who she was talking to. But he knew better, he knew to save face. "Now, Teagan, we all know just how beautiful you think you are, but I've got a brand new pack of camels that is much more tempting to a 'babyface' like me than an underdressed...spinster, like yourself. So, if you'll excuse me," he looked easily over her to the door and continued on his way before pausing once more, shrugging off his jacket and laying it over her shoulders, the gesture simultaneously making him seem all the more gentlemanly and making her seem claimed, a night ruiner for a little succubus like her. "I'll be back in a few minutes, just take that to keep warm."
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jun 28, 2015 14:55:13 GMT -5
His words were just as quick and sharp as she had expected. Truthfully, the two of them argued more often than not given the strength of each of their personalities. She would say something to piss him off, winding up in a slap to the face given the right environment, or he would say something to constitute her leaving the vicinity after dousing him with the beverage nearest her. But even though she should have been used to that arrogant mouth of his, it still irked her as he shoved her aside so carelessly. "That's a shame that they seem so much more intriguing, though I wouldn't expect you to know what you're missing. Never really were my type, after all," she replied nonchalantly with a light shrug of her shoulders.
Just as she was about to head to the bar, though, she felt his jacket drape around her shoulders from behind which made her inwardly cringe. Composure, though. Teagan was always composed. "Sure thing. Only makes me seem unavailable and thus even more sought after." She knew his game, and she knew it well. This wasn't the first time he tried to ruin her evening by placing some sort of claim on her, so she simply kept walking towards the bar with the jacket proudly resting atop her shoulders where a couple of men were already eyeing her.
"Good evening, gentlemen," she greeted with a sexy smile. "Who is up for buying me a drink first?"
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Post by Eoin O'Brien on Jun 28, 2015 15:31:26 GMT -5
He ignored her, not even bothering to reply as he exited the bar and lit up a cigarette. As he smoked though, he got more and more agitated. She had a way of getting under his skin, of annoying him like no one else, which was apparent in how quickly his cigarette was disintegrating and the rate at which smoke was entering his lungs. He flicked the butt onto the sidewalk beside him, ran a hand through his hair, and returned inside. He hated how she belittled him, it was rare, she was the only one who disrespected him so clearly and in his own territory at that. In his father's bar, and of course, she had stolen his seat, and the attention of three men. He straightened his back, keeping his posture perfect as he approached the bar, two of the men noticing him and immediately backing off their advances, they knew who he was, knewhis ranking, and knew that the coat held his name, embroidered on the chest pocket.
"Evening gentlemen, has my dear Miss O'malley been troubling you? She's new to America, so she still hasn't quite understood our customs, sorry if she's been a trouble but I'll take her off your hands now if you don't mind."
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jun 28, 2015 16:57:17 GMT -5
Both of the men had been more than willing to order her drinks, but if course introductions were in order first. She was just about to give the gentlemen her name when they suddenly changed expressions, both looking rather terrified as they began to stand up and back up. What the...
"My dear Miss O'Malley..."
Ugh, her nose scrunched in temporary disgust at the sound of her essentially being referred to as Eoin's pet. He seriously had to go out of his way to ruin her night, didn't he? She hadn't even gotten a single drink before the men scrambled off somewhere and left her alone with the younger O'Brien boy. "You try not to seem so eager for me, but running off every guy I come into contact with just screams 'desperation', babyface," she told him as she finally rotated in her seat to look at him. "But if you insist on ruining my evening, at least get me a drink and stop being a royal pain in my behind."
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Post by Eoin O'Brien on Jun 28, 2015 17:09:01 GMT -5
He smiled at her teeth and all, and gently removed his jacket from her shoulders, draping it over his knee as he sat down. "You do realize I practically own the place, Teagan," he hummed, reaching beside her to grab his rum and gesturing to the bartender to come towards them. "The lady would like some firewhiskey, if you will, Jim. She's had an awfully long and disappointing day." He took a swig of his drink, nodded to himself and stood once more, pulling on his jacket and picking up his tumbler once more. "Though you are right, I really shouldn't associate so much with harlots," as finished, keeping her attention on his face he slowly and inconspicuously tipped his drink forward, before letting it slip from his hand and land in her lap, covering her in its contents. "Dear me, O'Malley, I seem to have ruined your dress. Apologies."
And with that he waved goodbye to the bartender who was now lightly chuckling from behind the bar, and once again headed for the doors filled with a special kind of satisfaction.
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jun 28, 2015 17:30:03 GMT -5
He was right about practically owning the place. Declan actually owned the establishment, but he left it up to poor Finley to run the show around there. Eoin, though, would just show up every now and again to ensure everyone that he was still alive and thriving with power. Such an egotistical babyface, but she found herself frowning as Jim was the one who handed her drink over instead of Finley. After all, Fin wouldn't let Eoin give her such a hard time.
Before she could even say much of anything, though, she watched him purposefully drop his beverage into her lap, splatting rum all over the outfit she had just bought earlier that day. Oh, she was raging internally, but she knew he was trying to get her to crack. After all, these were the exact same tactics she used to crack other people. "Oh, no worries, babyface. I'm sure it will be just fine."
Before he could get more than four steps away from her though, she pulled out her wand and flicked it in his direction. The motion sent a gust of wind flying at his ankles that was enough to cause him to fall forward and onto his face. But while he was falling, she quickly dried her dress and sipped idly at her firewhiskey - not even looking in his direction.
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Post by Eoin O'Brien on Jun 28, 2015 17:48:42 GMT -5
As he fell Eoin sighed, of course she would have to revolt. She had no class, no restraint, no character. He caught himself on one of the wood pillars, smiled at the onlookers and gently shook his head, turning around to face her. She was very near crossing a fine line, he deserved more respect than she gave him and both of them knew that, she had no status in this family, she was adopted into the O'Brien's on principle but the fact remained she was no longer the mafia princess she thought herself to be, and here she was fucking with a potential heir. He took steps towards her, gently removing his wand from his jacket and with a flick, sent a jolt to her hand causing her wand to fly to the other side of the bar. He reached her, took her slim wrist in his hand and leaned forward, still smiling as politely as possible.
"Teagan, this a a curtesy warning, love. You do not want to make me angry, teasing here and there, fine. I'll accept it, but you do not make a fool of me in my home territory. You are nothing here, after all, harlot." He winked, pecked her cheek and let go of her wrist knowing full well there would be a bruise from his grip the following morning.
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jun 28, 2015 18:00:32 GMT -5
There wasn't enough firewhiskey in the world to numb her irritation in that moment, but she tried to at least let go of some of that frustration with a deep inhale and slow exhale. She sipped her drink absently for a moment or two, hoping that Eoin would just leave the matter alone after that one, but that was too much to ask for, of course. She scowled as he called her a harlot not once but twice, and if she were the type to get physically violent, she would have slapped the living fire out of him for being so disrespectful.
But then the pot began to call the kettle black as her wrist was gripped between his fingers, and despite her composure, she flinched slightly from the pain. "Let go of me," she said in a low, threatening tone to him. "And if you want to call someone disrespectful, look in a mirror, babyface. After all, was it not you who started the banter by implying I wasn't worth your time after a simple 'hello'?" She went to snatch her wrist back from him but was unable to get it freed from his grasp. "You got what you deserved."
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Post by Eoin O'Brien on Jun 28, 2015 22:51:52 GMT -5
He knew he shouldn't react, knew that she was truly the one in the wrong, having fucking called him babyface time and time again and hell, he knew it was dumb, he knew he shouldn't care this much... but FUCK she made him angry!
He paused, fuck, he knew better, he knew better...
He exhaled, offering a gentlemanly smile to any of his onlookers, all about appearances, all about appearances...
"Teagan, if you'd like to continue this discussion we'll have to move to a more private place, these guests are here to have fun, not to listen to arguments."
With a swift flick of his wand hers came flying into his free hand, and with a tauting motion he gestured to the stairs that lead upstairs to some, ahem, private rooms.
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jun 28, 2015 22:59:46 GMT -5
If there was one huge advantage he had in this moment, it was the fact that he had her wand in his possession. Truly there was nothing she could do to him without it, and she hated to admit that to herself. He got to his feet, waggling the wand at her in teasing as he informed her of their need for a "private" conversation. Her eyes stared harshly, coldly back at him, but she forced a smile to her lips as well. "Of course, Mister O'Brien. A private conversation would be best."
She obliged and got to her feet, following behind the arrogant baboon up the stairs and into a vacant room that contained a table with a couple of chairs, a large sofa, a loveseat, and a fireplace that was roaring despite the room's emptiness. Once the room was shut behind them, she tapped her foot impatiently and held her hand out towards him. "My wand, please?"
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Post by Eoin O'Brien on Jun 28, 2015 23:11:47 GMT -5
"Oh so now you're polite," he grumbled sarcastically rolling his eyes, he was losing his composure and his glare on her was cold, he hated her sense of entitlement her princess syndrome. It was true, he had a very similar view on life, but he also worked all his life for it. And, he still had his connections alive. She was a powerless ward in his territory and it was time she started acting like it. He both her wand in his coat and shook his head. "But no, Teagan, I will not give it back to you because I have tried to leave you in peace and you assault me, verbally or magically, and I'm afraid I cannot trust you. Do you realize what that means, O'Malley? When an O'Brien of my status doesn't like some one?" He nose wrinkled as the shallow threat aggressively worked its way out of his mouth, he regretted it immediately but was too far in to take it back. "You are no-thing here, nothing. I understand your clan was powerful, we had close ties, everything, but this is just a curtesy call, do not overstep your boundaries. Stop purposely making me your enemy."
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jun 28, 2015 23:21:37 GMT -5
Teagan watched with wide eyes as her wand disappeared into the man's pocket. Did he seriously think he was going to get away with keeping her wand of all things? He truly was an ignorant fool, and she laughed dryly at his words, keeping her confident smirk on her face. "You're cute when your feathers get all ruffled, you know," she said degradingly. But she then focused her attention on his coat pocket and muttered, "Accio," to send her wand flying back into her open palm.
She would have simply turned and left at that, but he had to keep running his mouth, which was beginning to get a rise out of her even though her face wasn't currently showing it. "Do you think informing me that you don't like me hurts my feelings?" She asked him rhetorically with a raised brow. "Plenty of people don't like me, but at the end of the day, I'm a valuable asset to your family whether you're willing to admit that or not. I do my part to pull my weight and have since I moved here six months ago." He just kept talking, though. Telling her she was nothing, and that was what finally caused her composure to crack. "Shut your mouth and watch who you're calling 'nothing'. Last I heard, you aren't the one intended to follow in Cormac's footsteps, so don't be so cocky."
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Post by Eoin O'Brien on Jun 29, 2015 23:20:42 GMT -5
He exhaled and narrowed his eyes, he was becoming cold. Harsh. His back straightened. His hand found his wand. He licked the inside of his cheek and looked away from her for a brief moment, a silence overwhelmed them. There was truth in the statement, one that he didn't want to fully accept though he knew, from years of work, years of experience, years of bettering himself and preparing himself for the future that it was always inevitable for him to be second to Samuel.
And his Declan.
How he hated these facts. Hated it being thrown in front of him as if everything he ever tried for, hoped for, truly lusted after, was pointless. Stupid. Null. Implausible.
He let out a sigh, stepped forward, broad shouldered, quietly fuming, and flicked his wand to the side.
"Expelliarmus," it was a quiet, decisive statement and her wand, yet again, flew from her grasp. "Baubillious," followed soon after and a stream of white light flew from his wand and struck her with a paralyzing white hot pain. With each spell he took a step forward, gaining on her and with one final, "Wingardian Laviosa," she was up very slightly from the ground and her neck was in his palm a moment later, then she was pinned against the wall.
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