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 Jun 22, 2015 1:59:10 GMT -5
The night was done, the sun was rising, the last remnants of tonight's patrons were shuffling out, and Fin was locking the nights take, and register book in the safe. It had been a good evening, with the new combination of Ana, and Knight, the patrons were always either dancing, or drooling over Ana. Which to be fair, he could not fault them in the least bit. Ana was a beauty, even if there was something that itched in the back of his mind, but he ignored it. What did it matter what her past was? Hell he was the dropout, the runaway, and the soldier who shouldn't have been. Finley was the quiet one, who loved to fight, who would die before betraying the family, and would tear anyone apart who hurt his family. So who was he to judge, when under the polite, kind suit he wore, was a volatile cocktail of anger, and violence. With a flick of his wrist, he spun the lock on the safe, and grabbing his cup of tea, sticking a cigarette in his mouth, he mumbled a few words, frowned, mumbled again, frowned once more, and tried a third time. This time the end of the cigarette smoked, then ignited, and inhaled, while grabbing the newspaper off the bar.
As the lights dimmed down, Fin sat at one of the tables, and opened the paper, nodding to the last bouncer who was walking out. Fin never left The Underground, it was his home, his work place, and his bastion of solitude during the few hours it was empty. His room was in the back about the dressing room, and he savored the seclusion of it.
Silence, it truly was golden.
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 22, 2015 11:53:46 GMT -5
We only said goodbye with words, I died a thousand times.
You go back to her and I go back to... I go back to black...
Ah another show, and no Heath to bug her tonight. And a cute musician who got all handy in the back of her dressing room. Drinks on top of drinks and she was finally heading home. Good because she wanted to get out of here, and it was funny because she almost never left dressing room looking like this. Ana was never anything short of perfection, but a long night of singing, sex and one to many drinks and she was looking messier than normal ad she also wasn't sure if she could make it home by herself. No no she could, she had done this before she would be just fine. She let her hair out of its up do and shook it out, letting it all fall down like a waterfall as she grabbed her back and lit a cigarette. Okay she was good she could do this just one foot in front of the other.
She came out into the main section of the bar and looked over to see Fin, did that man never leave? Oh course in her still sort of drunken state she walked right into a chair and tripped. "Oh fuck me..." She said picking herself back up and quickly trying to fix herself up to look sort of presentable. "Hey Fin..." She said blushing some trying not to stumble as she walked towards him. "Do you never leave?"
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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 Jun 22, 2015 16:52:44 GMT -5
Finley's end was slowly nodding forward, his bright blue eyes that had seen so much conflict before he was even 21, were now sliding shut. the paper in his hands slowly slipped from his grasp, and fell to the floor. The lit cigarette hanging precariously from the corner of his mouth. Sleep was coming, and he didn't even try to fight. It had been a long night, and force once he was getting to sleep with no issues. It felt wonderful, the ease with which it took him, and cradled him in velvet arms. The almost eerie quiet of the recently bustling club draped him in a blanket of soundless comfort. Fin was relaxed, exhausted, and now he was on the brink of sweet nothingness. Well that was until the sound of something falling over, and someone swearing tore him back to reality Fin jumped, and kicked his chair backwards, his reflexes had taken over now, and it was not good. In a smooth fluid motion, Fin spun, his hand coming from within his jacket and producing a cocked and ready to fire, pistol. The soft blue eyes were hard, and his finger was squeezing the trigger, as he pointed at the figure. Then he heard Ana's voice break his mind, and his arm dropped, and shoulders slumped.
"Fucking christ, woman!" Fin tossed the pistol on the table, and stood there shaking as he caught his breath. "Don't...don't come up behind me like that, ever again, Ana..." Fin muttered as he straightened up. "Oh, and as for your first statement, not while your drunk, and trying to give me heart attack. As for your second, no, I live in the room above the dressing rooms." Finley bent over, and picked up his cigarette, puffed on it, and pulled a chair out for Ana. Taking her arm, he led her over to the table and sat her down. "Sit down, Ana. 'Fore ya hurt ya self." Sitting in the chair opposite of her, Fin picked up his weapon, and tucked it back into the shoulder holster that was under his coat. "What are you still doing here, Ana. Thought I was alone by now."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 23, 2015 1:35:52 GMT -5
Wait was that a gun? Oh fuck! She put her hands up dropping her bag to the ground as she swallowed. "Fin it's just me..." She said softly hoping not to scare him anymore. Poor thing, conditioning from the war she figured. Lots of poor sods came home crazy from the shit they had to see and the things they had to do. At least Fin had his family and some money to keep him sane but others... she had seen first hand what sort of damaged wars had caused to people. Her Father found for Russia during the revolution... And her brother? Well she didn't like to talk about her brother. Thank god Fin lowered the gun and she breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "Sorry I didn't mean to." She said bending over to pick up her back and stumbling some as she stood back up. Goddamnit, if her mother saw her like this... Russian trash would be the first words to leave the woman's lips. Her beautiful little girl... perfect little Russian princess was now well this... How classy.
She smiled some at his comment though and laughed a little bit. "Aww does that mean you wanna fuck me finny?" She teased some before tapping him on his nose. "Yeah I learned the hard way about fucking while drunk so never again." She made a x over her heart, a promise to herself as she smiled again and added. "I figured as much, it's nice up there." The man had come to her side and helped her sit down and she frowned some. "No I should get home and clean up... I have been here to long and I might have been busy with someone in my dressing room so... that's why I am still here. Oh I am not going to hurt myself I am totally and completely in control!"
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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 Jun 23, 2015 2:36:18 GMT -5
Finley watched the woman with the voice like silk, in an unusual disheveled apearance, and frowned. She seemed especially drunk tonight, and it made him worry. Sure she claimed she could take care of herself. But Fin had met plenty of girls who could, 'take care of themselves' that ended up dead in an alley. Fin wouldn't let it happen, not to one of his girls. Particularly the one that was currently attracting so many new people.
When she asked if he wanted to fuck her, Fin nearly choked on his cigarette. Coughing up smoke, he shook his head, and tried to catch his breath. "No.. no not at all." He paused and looked up, "Uh, well yes... but no... I uh..." he stopped, gained his composure, and sheugged. "Why would I want to fuck the woman, who seems interested in my cousins dick?" He replied, trying to regain his footing.
As Ana admitted to just having a romp in her dressing room, Fin nodded and picked up the newspaper he had dropped. "And I certainly wouldn't want to fuck a woman who still smells like another man." The words were cold for Fin, but he had a face to keep up. Still even after he had spoken, he lowered the paper, and runned his eyes. "You're not going home ronight. Nor like that. You can use my room. I can sleep in here, I've slept in worse"
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 23, 2015 3:48:28 GMT -5
Ana couldn't help it, she frowned some. He didn't believe her. Sure she was a tiny little thing but she was brought up in a house where the first lesson was about how to fight. How to throw a good plf fashion punch even if you are drunk off your ass. She would have been find but Fin was having none of it. And it was funny because she could understand if they were like down in New York City, where you did have to watch your back when you walked down the street but in this sleepy little town... nah she would have been fine.
"Aww Finny you are so sweet." She said as he stammered some on his words and she smiled some before kissing his cheek. One of these days he would make some girl very happy. "Fair enough." She said sitting back in her chair and resting her head on her hands. "And honestly it's because your cousin paid me fifty dollars." She said with a shrug and a sigh. Did she always love this life she lead, no but was it her life... yes it was and she was going to roll with it. "Oh fuck is it his cologne? That shit was so strong and gross I swore I was gonna choke on it." Dumb little music boy... wearing too much fucking cologne for his own good. She batted her eyelashes and poked Fin's nose. "Well thank you know for not wanting to sleep with me... it's a nice change."
He told her outright she wasn't going home and she made a face. "Oh I'm fine and I'm not taking your room. I can sleep in my dressing room, it's really nice in there. That couch you know... don't know where they dug it up from but they did somewhere."
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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 Jun 23, 2015 4:18:45 GMT -5
Finley couldn't help but smile, as she easily went with everything he said. Shaking his head, Fin shrugged, and laughed, "Doesn't surprise me Heath had to pay to find a girl... not exactly the most civilized, that one." Fin paused for a moment, and looked over at Ana. She was beautiful, and she was talented. Why would she choose to be a hired whore as well. Finley opened his mouth, close it, then picked up his now cold tea and took a drink.
"Sorry Ana, but, you are using my room. The bed is twice the size and far more comfortable than your couch. Trust me, I'm the one who originally put it there... awhile ago..." it was true, Fin had bought it for a dancer he had fancied. However it never came to fruit when he found out they found her in an alley, raped and with her throat slit. It was part of the reason why Fin was so overly protective when it came to the girls. "So. Either you take my room. Or I walk you all the 2ay back to your place." Fin pulled out a coinh, and looked from it to Ana. "Third option, I flip and fate decides.
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 23, 2015 15:33:13 GMT -5
When Fin smiled Ana did as well, it was always so nice to see him smile. Half the time he was so sad looking, so tormented by his past and she hated that. It was the same look her brother use to walk around with and her father. So seeing him smile was always really nice. "Finny you're too cute. And Heath's not all bad. People just get lonely you know. That's why god made girls like me." She just severed a purpose really and Ana didn't see it as a sad thing really. In fact she kind of had fun with it.
Still he was being stubborn and she pouted a little bit. Either she sleeps here or he walks her home. Well she didn't really know what the better option was and he just offer to flip a coin to pick. So she nodded and pulled out her cigarette, lighting one up with a snap of her fingers. "Flip away babycakes and let god decided my fate." She said with a smile before taking a long drag and closing her eyes as she breathed out the smoke. "I don't really care that much but be warned, walking me home mean going through some of the slummier areas."
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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 Jun 23, 2015 20:50:44 GMT -5
Ana was still trying to convince him that she was fine, to go home on her own. Finley however was not having any of it, the woman was an employee of the family, a damn fine singer, and a great dancer. If something happened to her, it would hurt the Underground pretty severely as far as entertainment was concerned. The only thing that eased his mind though, as that she agreed to let him escort her home, at least that way, Fin knew she would make it home in one piece. Once she was there, he didn't give a shit what she did, he would have got her home, and his conscience would be clear.
So, Finley drew the coing from his pocket, and set it on his thumb, "Heads you stay, tails I walk you home. Call it in the air." His thumb flicked, and the coin spun high into the air. Her words about it being a slummier part of town, almost made Fin miss the catch, and he had to snap his hand out to catch the coin, slapping it on the back of his hand Fin looked at Ana. "So... shall we see what fate has decided?"
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 23, 2015 21:58:05 GMT -5
You know at this point she could say here for the evening. Like no right here just talking to Fin in the quiet of the bar. Because she really liked Fin, he was nice and sweet and she couldn't believe she was doing what she was doing when this family had people like him in it. Then again isn't that the point of this world? Good people get fucked over all the time, she use to be good person and look what happen to her. Ana sighed and took another drag, shaking the ashe off into the tray that was on the table as she looked up at Fin. "Alright Finny. Heads I stay, tails you walk me home." She repeated back to him and smiled before biting at her lip and watching him flip the coin.
"I bet it's tails.." She said as he caught it and placed it on the back of his palm his hand covering it. You know this was kind of fun, she loved games of chance and seeing where her fate would fall. "Yeah lets take a look." She said moving in a little closer and smiling at him.
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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 Jun 24, 2015 15:46:09 GMT -5
"Heads, you stay. Tails, we go for a walk."
Finley repeated the words, and slowly lifted his hand. The brightly polished gold mark glimmered in the dim light, as fin uncovered it. Staring up at the ceiling was the face of Wilhelm I. Looking over at Ana, fin flicked his wrist, and caught the coin, stuffing it back into his pocket, "Well, Miss Andrushkiv, looks like you get to stay. Though I still think you should use my bed." He renarked, as he settle back into his seat. So, she was staying, and he was offering to give up his bed, that was different.
Fin drank some of his tea, and frowned as e set the empty cup down, "Can I get you something to drink, Ana? Water, tea, something stronger?" Finley picked up his cup and stood there, waiting for her reply.
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 24, 2015 17:03:32 GMT -5
Heads it was. She looked down at the coin and the back up at Finn and shrugged some "Well at least this way I don't have to walk home heels." She said finishing her cigarette before kicking her shoes off. Thank god her feet hurt like crazy, "Aw I still feel bad for taking your bed though Finny, it's not fair to you." She said with a frown and a small yawn hoping that he didn't notice. Her hand went back to resting on her hands and she exhaled. "No I'm good thank you though." She said looking at him with a soft lazy smile.
"You know this means alot to me that you would take such good care of me. Really like I don't think I have had anyone give a really damn about me since I was fourteen, well beside Knight." Fourteen years old, dropped out of school and ran away from home. A tiny witch on the run who just wanted to be start. "You really are a sweetie."
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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 Jun 27, 2015 12:50:37 GMT -5
Finley walked back to the table, a fresh cup of tea steeping in his hand. Listening to her speak he smiled, shook his head. "I am so glad I am not a woman... have to wear heels, and feel as though I have to get dolled up every day... it sounds exhausting." Setting back down in his own seat, Fin looked down at the cup and smiled slightly. "It's nothing, Ana... in truth... sometimes I get better sleep in an uncomfortable chair, or on the hard floor, than I do in a feather bed..." There was not a hint of falsity in his words, or voice. Ever since the war, there were times that a bed was too uncomfortable to sleep in, they were too soft, or they felt like they were swallowing him. Like if something happened, he wouldn't be able to get out of the bed in time.
Her next comment made Fin look up and smile. It was an actual real smile, one that just touched the corners of his eyes, banishing the somber look they usually held. "It's alright, Ana. I know what it's like to be alone... to wonder if anyone cares..." Fin lifted his cup and took a sip, "I like you Ana, you're a good sort, even if there are some choices that aren't always the best." Fin paused as if contemplating the nodded, "You make me smile Ana, and it feels nice to smile again... thank you."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 27, 2015 14:42:03 GMT -5
She couldn't help but laugh and shake her head. "Some of the best performers I have ever seen have been men in heels. It's just all about balance. And Make up is fun! Getting all dolled up, honestly I know I don't really need all the makeup I use but I like too. It can be a bit much some days but you know but it's just always been something I do. My mother was a very put together woman. She always had on makeup and always had her hair done, even if she was just washing clothes for a living." She said with a soft smile as she closed her eyes. There was a sad soft heaviness to her words, a past she rarely spoke of. She was just the russian princess of the stage and no one asked where she came from or why.
"You my brother was like that too..." Another cigarette was pulled out and again lit with a snap of her fingers. And then he smiled a real smile and she couldn't help but feel all warm when she saw it. It was so rare and she always wished he would smile more often. "Well a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do to get places and pay her bills." She shrugged and took a dragged before shaking her head. "Well I'm no hero so... if I can make you smile then I'm doing something good with my life.
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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 Jun 27, 2015 23:51:40 GMT -5
"As for that nonsense of dressing like a woman, count me out. I care barely walk in men's clothes, let alone high heels. Ana..." Fin paused and looked at his cup, the at the ceiling, anywhere but at her. " You don't need the makeup, though the dresses you should keep." He teased, and then smiled once again
Finley's smile turned to a blush, as Ana equated him to her family. To him being family meant something, he always considered himself to have two families. The first and most important were his nlood, the O'Briens, his maternal family he would never aBandon or give up on. Then there were his br others in arms, a mixed unit from across the globe that had gone to fight for england. Thsee were his family that he had gone through hell with. The men he had she'd his blood with, and killed with. This was the family that if they ever needed anything, Fin would give his every last dollar to. "Thank you, Ana... I'm sure your brother was a great man."
Fins cup smacked down harder than it should have on the table and tea spilled onto the saucer. "I am not a hero, Ana." His voice was suddenly hard, and much angrier than it should have been. "I did nothing that warranted being called a hero. I went to the fucking nightmare because I was an idiot and tight it'd be grand adventure. Instead I saw men die. I had my humanity whittled down to nothing, and I was left a broken fucking shell. My friends died, out of a hundred men that were sent to France, 3 of us returned." Fin stood up, and grabbed his goat and cigarette case. "The men who never came back, they are the hereos..."
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