Kyra Reid
Hammer
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jul 15, 2015 19:41:42 GMT -5
So this is one of the very rare times Kyra will be seen out of her normal work clothes but tonight was a special night. It all depended on if she was able to get Pietro out with her and totally drunk, so she needed to look a little more like a proper woman. So she was all cleaned up and her hair was done up and sure she was still wearing pants but they showed off her body so much more and yeah let's hope she could do this.
Kyra left her own little apartment and walked over to Pietro knocking on the door. Before he open the door she couldn't help but whisper a prayer under her breath. 'O Lord, we call upon You in our time of sorrow, That You give us the strength and will to bear our heavy burdens, until we can again feel the warmth and love of Your divine compassion. Be mindful of us and have mercy on us while we struggle to comprehend life's hardships, Keep us ever in Your watch, til we can walk again with light hearts and renewed spirits... Aman." She said quickly crossing herself as she heard the door click open.
"Hey Pietro! I was wondering if you wanted to come out with me tonight!" She said with a bright smile before leaning against the doorframe. "Because I want to celebrate my first few weeks here and not royally fucking up yet!"
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Post by Pietro Antonucchi on Jul 15, 2015 19:49:56 GMT -5
Hmm. He wasn't expecting anybody ...
Pietro placed a bookmark in the novel he was reading, finished off his third glass of whiskey, and made his way to the door. It was ... Professor Baudelaire, and she looked ... different. Sort of ... womanly, almost.
Wait, she wasn't ... trying to impress him, was she? He was going to have to figure out how to tell her that he was in a relationship without saying with whom. That was going to be a challenge.
Well, that didn't change the fact that it was generally fun to go out drinking with other professors. He'd already gotten a nice start on the boozing; why not continue it out at the speakeasy?
"All right," he agreed with a smile. "That sounds like fun. Let me just ... " He had been sitting in his shirtsleeves with his tie loosened, so he took a moment to fix his tie and put his suit jacket and shoes back on.
"Fantastic. The Red Velvet Room?"
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Kyra Reid
Hammer
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jul 15, 2015 20:02:27 GMT -5
"Yeah take your time, we have all evening." She said with a smile brushing back her hair some as she stood back up, watching him fix himself up. Well he brought into that easy enough, she figure she was going to have to do a little more convincing but no he fell for that as easy as pie and even suggested that they go to the red velvet room. "Yeah sounds great after you."
She couldn't get too excited, couldn't rush things along. She had to let everything take is course, act like there was nothing else going on. She had always been very good as stomaching her emotions and so this excited feeling of finally getting her revenge would stay buried for now until it was needed. It was the feeling like a child gets on Christmas eve who cannot sleep, this was the best christmas present she could ever have ever.
They pair apparated to the speakeasy and Kyra had to admit it was alot nicer than she thought it would be. In truth she had not been to one since prohibition happen, there just wasn't any around where she wa living at the time. "First few rounds on me okay? My way of thanks for being so helpful and nice to me."
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Post by Pietro Antonucchi on Jul 15, 2015 20:15:10 GMT -5
This would be fun. It had been a while since Pietro had gone out drinking just for the hell of it. After all, he'd been dealing with all kinds of crazy shit: regret for his actions against Maureen, Serafina hating him, discovering his mother's abuse of River, Serafina deciding she didn't hate him ...
This would be good. Just leave behind all the stressors and enjoy getting trashed with a colleague. So they apparated to the speakeasy, and Pietro grinned at her offer to buy a few rounds. "Well, as long as I get to cover the few rounds after that ... I am not in the habit of taking advantage of the generosity of my colleagues."
The bartender brought them shots, and Pietro held up his shot glass.
"To Professor Baudelaire and her lack of failure," he joked.
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Kyra Reid
Hammer
Men and their cocks never cease to amazing me
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jul 15, 2015 20:38:08 GMT -5
"Yeah works for me. Be warned though, I spent the last few years drinking moonshine strong enough to make you go blind if you drink too much of it." She said with a wink, it true she was one of those girls that could really hold her liquor, not just because of her good old irish blood but also because on all that damn moonshine, is it sad that she kind of missed the taste of it. But for now it was shots of something classy, it wasn't bad stuff and it wasn't too expensive.
"To my lack of failure and my lack of failures to come." She said taking the shot and and putting the glass down on the table before ordering another around. One down and probably twenty more to go, this was going to be a good night.
"And this one is to you, for being a great friend. Thanks." The lies rolled easily off her tough as she smiled when they tapped their glasses together and took another shot.
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Post by Pietro Antonucchi on Jul 15, 2015 20:46:01 GMT -5
Well, Pietro wasn't exactly a lightweight either, but he had come into this already buzzed, so ... ah, well. He didn't mind getting thoroughly shitfaced. It was usually an enjoyable experience. And there were dragons to be talked about, and he was here on his home turf, so everything was fine.
The first shot down, they immediately went for the second one. He chuckled in response to her calling him a "great friend," then downed the liquor.
"That's very kind of you," he replied, "but I'm afraid I haven't done much in the way of being a 'great friend.' More like, 'to Pietro, for staying out of the way!' ... Cigarette?" He placed one between his lips and then held out the case to Kyra.
"So, are you still planning to take the students on a dragon sightseeing trip?"
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Kyra Reid
Hammer
Men and their cocks never cease to amazing me
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jul 15, 2015 21:03:10 GMT -5
"Hey you were nice to me, and unlike a few people I have met in this place, didn't judge me for being a woman and taking over defense against the dark arts. Good enough to make you a friend in my books." She said with a smile this time just getting them so whiskey on the rocks. It was smooth too, went down rather easy.
"Oh yeah thanks." She said taking one of the cigarettes and lighting it with a snap of her fingers. Taking a long drag she blew out some smoke and nodded. "Yeah if I can get approval from the headmaster I would love to take them. And my offer is still extended to you if you want to come." Of course if he could still walk after what she did with him as she looked over at the man who already seemed tipsy.
"Got a good buzz going already?" She said with a smirk sipping at her drink "You aren't gonna let some little french girl out drink you now are you?'
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Post by Pietro Antonucchi on Jul 15, 2015 21:15:25 GMT -5
"I try not to judge women right when I meet them. Some of the most brilliant and capable people I know are women." Serafina ...
Pietro got a bit of a dreamy smile on his face as he dragged on his cigarette.
Ah, more whiskey. He took a sip, then cocked an eyebrow in response to Kyra's teasing him.
"Well, I had already been drinking when you came to my door, Professor. But, no, I do not intend to let you out-drink me. You might be impressed, in fact. I suppose you drank a lot of moonshine with your dragon taming coworkers? Burly men, no doubt."
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Kyra Reid
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jul 15, 2015 21:28:08 GMT -5
He got this dreamy smile when he mentions that some one the smart and more capable people he knew were woman. And Kyra sat up a little more, oh think could be interesting. "Could that smart and capable woman be a sweetheart our professor has hm?" She asked raising an eyebrow and smiling. Did he have a girlfriend? Because if he had a girlfriend Kyra would have to make sure Cormac knows. No better way to fuck with a guy than by fucking with his girl.
When he mention that she must of had alot of men that she had to impress Kyra started to laugh some. "Okay not going to lie, when I first started I lied for about six months about being a boy because it's not really a job they let woman have. And they believe me until one person caught me showering. It was a bit of a rude awakening for them. But yeah lots of tough guys I had to keep up with." She said finishing off her drink and ordering another round. "Okay last round I am paying for then it your turn to pay pretty boy."
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Post by Pietro Antonucchi on Jul 15, 2015 21:39:51 GMT -5
Pietro couldn't keep himself from grinning. He looked shyly down into his whiskey glass, drained it, and then looked back up at Kyra. "Yes, I do have a sweetheart. It's ... all rather new, though ... so we are keeping it quiet for now. Someday, though ... "
Ah, someday he would put a ring on her finger and everything would be perfect.
He cleared his throat. "But, yes, she is brilliant. What about you? I imagine it can be challenging to find romance when you are pretending to be a boy, but perhaps since then?"
He ordered them another round of whiskeys. He was feeling pleasantly high at this point, but determined to keep up with Professor Baudelaire.
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Kyra Reid
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jul 15, 2015 22:46:10 GMT -5
Awww how cute and how perfect! He had a little thing to call his own and Kyra smile some. "That's sweet," Oh that made her so excited. She was going to make sure she found out who and then she was going to make sure Pietro watched her suffer the way that her little sister had to watch when he killed her brother right before her eyes.
She laughed some and shook her head. "No I don't have anyone. Nor do I really want to. I know I will never be good wife material so right now I'm just, I'm content knowing I'll be single and happy and hope that earn the respect of the people I work with. And yeah the whole pretending the be a boy thing didn't help. When I was fourteen I lied about my sex and age to get into the Military. And I got shipped all the way out to france and lived in the trenches for a week before anyone notice and I got sent home. So been acting like a boy most of my life, not much time for love."
And another round and she was starting to feel buzz but compared to Pietro she was basically sober. "Few more rounds then we should get out of here."
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Post by Pietro Antonucchi on Jul 15, 2015 22:56:37 GMT -5
"Yeeeeeeeeaaaaah," Pietro drawled, leaning back in his seat and sipping his latest whiskey, "she's the genuine article. Pretty damn lucky guy. Pretty damn lucky."
Wow ... he'd been drinking without cease for, what, an hour now? He didn't usually consume so many drinks in such a short period of time. But he had to keep going. No way was this little French girl gonna beat him. It was a pleasant game, really.
Yeah, Kyra was fun. A new drinking buddy.
His head was spinning. He drank more whiskey.
"Well, there you go," he continued, slurring ever so slightly. "You know, you got ... men, and they're sometimes not so great. And you got a job, and students. You know. You know what I'm saying? That ... if you can make it on your own and you want to make it on your own ... no reason to judge."
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Kyra Reid
Hammer
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Post by Kyra Reid on Jul 16, 2015 0:08:03 GMT -5
"Yeah, well its good that you found someone good for you pretty boy." She said smiling, the plans running through her head right now. The thoughts of dragging his little girlfriend in front of him and slowly making her, messing up that little italian whore face... Cutting off all her hair and making him watch every single second was just...
No no she had to stay focus on this, and judging from the way that Pietro was talking he was pretty fucking hammer. She had done of good job of packing them away and keeping herself at a good buzzed level where. She was clearly not sober but she was no where as fucked as he was which was perfect.
Kyra smiled and nodded at his last words, wow okay he was gone because that made almost no sense. Perfect. "Yeah I get it, but it not that easy you know how the world is." She said as she paid their tab in full and pulled the man out of her seat. It was midnight, time for it all to come to ahead and she was so excited. "Come on big boy let's get you back to the castle."
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Post by Pietro Antonucchi on Jul 16, 2015 0:34:27 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah, who thought that would ever happen, am I right or am I right?" Pietro knocked back the last of his whiskey, then made a face as he attempted to keep in a belch. "Oh ... goodness ... well we can just say that ... that you won 'cause ... phew."
This might actually be too drunk. Uncomfortably drunk. Staggering drunk.
Pietro felt embarrassed as he stood up, fell back against his bar stool, and then tried again to balance on his own two feet.
"Resss ... respect," he slurred. "You gotta ... man you gotta real ... you can drink, lady."
He made his way shakily to the door of the bar, held it open for Kyra, and then followed her through it. Things looked really ... weird.
Damn. He hadn't been this drunk since graduation from Cascade. Great big party thrown by Uncle Enzo ... puking in the bushes for two hours ...
He was going to regret this, wasn't he?
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 16, 2015 1:55:49 GMT -5
Of all the comrades that e’er I had,
They’re sorry for my going away,
And all the sweethearts that e’er I had,
They’d wish me one more day to stay.
Finley leaned against the wall of the filthy alley, the mud and water soaking through his shoes, as cigarette butts piled up around him. While he waited, Fin's mind began to wander to days gone by.
"Alright me boy-os! You know the drill! You boys are going over the top tonight! Those maxim guns need to be taken down if our boys have any chance of survival tomorrow" Finley saluted the officer, and turned back to the half dozen men. "Right lads, you know the drill. Nothing that is shiny, jingles, or can get caught in the wire. Jackson you have the demo tonight." The men gathered their weapons, and slipped up and over the edge of the trench. Fin and his half dozen crawled, face down, through the mud, blood, and icy water of no mans land. It soaked through their clothes, and coated their skin in a grimy slime. By the time they were halfway across, they were chilled to the bone, their bodies thoroughly coated, and their clothes heavy with the mud, and muck they had been crawling through. The silence of the night was only broken by a distance machine-gun, and their own exhausted breathing. Fin swore too himself then, that he would never be caught dead in the mud, after he returned home.
The only thought that kept fin warm now was the thought of Peitro face don in the mud Fin was now standing in. Making the bastard pay for what he had done to Maureen, and forcing the worthless fuck to live with the same pain Maureen now hand. Oh Peitro would learn not to cross the O'Briens, he would pay blood for what he had down. Oh yes, Fin would see to that, oh he would make Peitro beg, just as his sister had.
Finley's hands curled into fists, as he waited, his eyes gazing out into the street over to the over alley where his two other back up would be waiting. Peitro wasn't going to escape this time. He had tortured Maureen, he had murdered Gawain. Those Wop bastards had given the O'Briens enough insult. Now they would pay the price for their insolence. Peitro would bear the mark of their arrogance from this night forward.
Tonight Fin was back in the mud, and it felt wonderful.
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