South Boston Cafe -- 07/31/13

Sadly, my logger effed up and the log didn't get recorded, but luckily only the opening post ( which was mine ) and most of assiduous' post got lost into AOL chat oblivion.

assiduous omerta: blue gaze wandered over the interior which landed on the lone patron. Light footsteps granted advancement closer until his hand held Madeline's back. "Maddy." Thick, Bostonian accent spilled past his raspy vocals, while lips neared her cheekbones giving a minor peck. The semi-bearded follicles would tickle her sides lightly during the brief kiss, before he propped on the seat next to her's. -d-

InkedCandie: Cat woke up feeling great after spending some time with maddie the night beforeandjust being able to gossip and sip some wine. Featerd brown highlighted haair free in the wind,movin with her log legged step towards the cafe for her coffee ,and relaxing timebefore having to head into work. D esigner whitejean shorts and a blue silkblouse matched with diamond earrings completed her ensemble fo today. Clickit clack of thigh high leather boots sounded on the cafe's floor with her tugging on the handle of thedoor and walking right in .<d.

bostonian belIe: -=|| Perfectly pink tiers rubbed together thoughtfully when are those angelic features tipped down towards the menu, cosmetically lined blues skimming over the font as she toyed with just what sounded yummy today. It was amidst the rub of watermelon glossed lips that her name snatched up her attention and she looked up at him, surprise etching itself across her face with a lift of her sculpted brows. `` Sean. Hi, `` she stated, just in time to press her hand against the curve of his arm as he stole a kiss from her cheek. `` How are you? `` Both hands folded on the table when he seated himself and there was something tracing her features that made it obvious she was only slightly miffed he had changed his mind so quickly last night. Of course, she assumed it was because of her Dad, which he did had every reason to avoid her at all costs for. The thought made her eyes twist around, half suspecting to spot one of the other cronies hanging around. She did spot a familiar face, but it was that of her new friend instead and a little wave was tossed her way be turning her sights back to Sean. ||=-

assiduous omerta: The previous conversation held last night was relieved after hours spent behind the counter near Lucky Strike; Hartigan's bar. That same night Sean had witnessed another bloodied brawl between two local bums; Toothy and Pick, two brothers who're constantly at odds with one another. For awhile Sean's been serving them whenever money came around. Settled beside the gorgeous blonde, eyes trailed over the server whom came around. "Coffee." Mentioned to the waiter, while pupils captured the newest patron recognizing her as Catalyn Stone. His creased brow twitched upward over the Spanish resident then resurfaced on Madeline. "Slept fine, but them abusive couple next door been knockin' walls again." Next door Sean's heard the violent occurances happening between a married couple. Seems the real pants is worn by the wife. "Neighbor's been actin' up again an' their little fetish. Rememba them BDSM folks next door? At it again last night." Light shake of his head was upset the loud noise exceeded again. -d-

InkedCandie: -Her smile came quick when maddie waved at her ,and yet she saw the gentleman close by her and wonderdwho he was imediatley. Oh it was sean how cute.. was her next thought.Intercepting the same server cat gave her order of cream with her coffee. Indicating the seat beside maddie ."May I sugar" she asked ,smiling her pink bubblegum glossy smile leading her to extend her manicured right hand out in seans directiobn. "well if it isnt mr sean. pleasure seeing you here<d.

bostonian belIe: -=|| `` Vanilla latte, please. Extra shot of espresso, `` she ordered with a soft smile, setting the menu in the little holder to the side of the table that housed all those simple necessities; sugars, powdered creamer, plastic cupped flavorings. `` Oh, really? `` she asked with a lift of her brow. `` Gettin' all Fifty Shades over there? `` Madeline teased with a grin, brushing her fingers through the pallid curls that tumbled freely down the length of her long, temptuous spine. `` Cheap porn. `` Again, she teased before Cat stole her attention. `` Sure! Have a seat, hon'. `` Madeline certainly didn't mind the extra company in the slightest, though her eyes did glance between the two of them when they seemed to know one another. That was an unexpected surprise! `` Oh, you two know each other? `` she asked with harmless curiosity. `` Small world. `` Truth be told, she had only just met Cat yesterday. However, they did seem to have quite a bit in common. ||=-

assiduous omerta: Coffee was particularly the only other beverage he drank normally during the morning hours. The extra frappcuino and lattes were not necessarily his style. Just plain coffee with cream and sugar. He drew his glance over the other pupil who made her presence among the pair, as he observed the mutual friendship between Cat and Madeline. His brow further twitched with curiousity, yet Madeline's comments about the Fifty Shades of Grey couple, left his throat tickled by amusement exerting laughter. "More like Deep Throat than any otha." Lips curled posing another handsome grin then nodded to the server who brought their ordered beverages. "Cat offered me a position at her hotel as a manager." It was strange Cat offering such a high-position over facebook, considering the foot soldier has other obligations and responsibilities. Not forget his other job paid much more, if done right. His cut was normally stored away for various reasons; one of them incase things went down south for Hartigan's crew. -d-

InkedCandie: (hate to buut gtg :-( bbs)

bostonian belIe: -=|| A smile was tossed over towards the server when she arrived with their trio of drinks, reaching out to take her cup from hands and taking a sip. She widened her eyes a little, offering him a playful look when he brought up Deep Throat, then watched as the girl had to scuttle off for whatever reason. The news that he had been offered a job ... like a real job in a place not partly owned by her father was a little surprising. One, he didn't strike her as the type to be a hotel manager and she would have hated to see what he would do to some guest the mouthed off. Two, he seemed to be rather dedicated. `` Wow. Hotel Manager ... `` She sipped, watching him over the rim of her cup as she did so. Then she frowned a little. `` Did you take it? `` The big, white porcelain cup was rested back on the saucer it sat on and she sat upright, resting her shoulders against the back of her wooden seat as one slender leg crossed over the other. ||=-

assiduous omerta: Quietly rested there while the pair engaged in conversation, while he remains in silence. He possessed little interest in conversations amongst groups unless something was indicated towards him. Either way, he'd keep his opinions to himself. Once the hotel owner disappeared, eyes were refocused over to Madeline as the uneased tension was lifted. He could say group conversations were not his greatest skill. Personal one-on-ones did however. "I'm checking things out tomorra. I ain' sure yet though 'cause Jimmy rather have his boys workin' at his own places, like the bar for example. Keeps us surveying the place an' makin' sure nobody does anythin' crazy." No doubt it'd bring enough income to purposely repair the Saturn parked outside or make sure his rent was paid on time. Yet, getting a new car would be easy; just steal, change tags, and head to the chop shop for new paint. -d-

bostonian belIe: -=|| `` Yeah, `` she said thoughtfully, her fingertips lingering on the edges of the cup as she dropped her gaze to the rich, foamy top of her latte. `` In all fairness, hotel manager sounds a little more prestigious than bartender. `` Madeline had recognized the way her father seemed to keep his men close and, at the same time, he also like to stick them in the randomest places for the seer sake of having contacts and having his fingers in someplace or another. She shrugged a little and gave her eyes a roll, head shaking. `` Who knows what he'd think ... `` Jimmy was a relatively surprising fellow and while she liked to think she had him mostly figured out, he still found ways to catch her by surprise. `` But ... do you really plan to work for him the rest of your life? `` she asked, canting her head to the side gently as she surveyed his expression, personal. ||=-

assiduous omerta: Prestigous jobs were difficult to come by, especially since most of them required some college degree. Sean never attended college, nor bothered looking into receiving a paper stating he's qualification for a certain job. Frankly, he thought the fundamentals of education was incoherent. "Ya right, the job does mean money an' more. Jus' ain' sure how I'm gonna act around the guests. One bad argument might turn bloody, we ain' exactly in Connecticut or New York being polite." Calloused limbs coiled the curved handle of the mug, and brought the rim near his lips. He sampled the steaming liquid then returned shortly propped back on the counter. Then her next question made the Bostonian drift into silence, unable to answer the question direct. His mind was cluttered with various outcomes of staying with Hartigan, or leaving. After being brought up by Jimmy and his crew, they were like family. Why leave? Then again, can he handle the crime life forever before he winds up dead? "I don't know." -d-

bostonian belIe: -=|| One corner of her mouth lifted a little for a soft, lopsided smile before her attention drifted to the contents of her cup. They were inwardly toying with the same reality of the situation -- most of the men's futures who were connected to her father ended commonly and that either six feet beneath the ground, or prison. Usually it was the former. The corner of her lip was tugged between her teeth for a little nibble and she sighed. `` It just ... `` She trailed off for a moment before a quiet chuckle whispered through the shape of her perfectly sloped nose. `` Sean, it usually doesn't end well and I would hate to see anything happen to you. You know what I mean? `` Madeline had known Sean for quite a while now and while neither of them had stepped on the obvious topic, happily dancing in and out of the safety zone as friends, the little feelings of more than the platonic facade had certainly been nipping at her heels. ||=-

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