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The corners of the bartenders mouth dropped into a frown and he shook his head. He had worked for Connor’s family for a long time. He’d seen head bosses come and go, some just from retirement or others because of being ’ in the wrong place at the wrong time’. This wasn’t a noble family, and Connor always stood like a sore thumb in it…well he supposed he couldn’t blame the kid since…
He shook the thoughts away and came back to the present, looking into the big blue eyes that Amelia was giving him. Nope, he was far too old and far too wise for that trick. He’d had his fair share experience with birds and their pretty tricks, but he definitely didn’t want this pretty little thing getting involved with this family.
” Don’t cha pick up tha’ call when i’ comes. do you ‘ear? You might think ya get into trouble paintin’ yer doodles on tha sides of buildings, bu’ Connor runs with bad company. S’not what a lady like yourself should be caught up in.” He explained simply and continued cleaning his glasses, though now with a vigor that threatened to crack it. ” You ‘ave yerself a nice day, mam.” He said simply, clamming up after that.
“Bad company, huh?” Amelia mumbled almost too quietly, looking a little surprised and more thoughtful. She doubted he meant Connor hung out with your run-of-the-mill thugs. First off, he was a cop, so that’d just be unlikely. But the bartender sounded like he meant business. “Bad company” meant more than he was letting on. Was Connor a dirty cop?
She stood up straight, eyebrows raised at the thought, and gave an ironic, though slightly taken aback laugh.. Well, it didn’t look like she’d be getting anymore information out of the good bartender here and she knew when to quit. She gave the man a friendly smile. “Well, sir, thanks for the warning… But who knows? We might be more of a match than ya think!” With that, she let out another little ironic laugh, and left after giving a parting wave.
Not something a lady like me should be caught up in, he said, she thought to herself on her way back home. Wouldn’t he be surprised…
It was so late by the time Connor’s call came that it almost seemed like it would never come.
Connor felt a bit bad for calling so late, but he didn’t want Amelia to think he was disinterested…
He waited as the phone rang, hoping Amelia picked up. His damned cousins had him working late, making sure that a few bags of cocaine conveniently were misplaced so they couldn’t be used tomorrow at a trial. His family, which he wasn’t associated with by surname or in the public, was one of the most renowned crime families in the London papers. They were always in an out of the court room and nothing could ever be pinned on them, thanks to Connor and his incredible talent for making evidence disappear and files go corrupt or simply erase them for existence. He made the newspaper editors from George Orwell’s 1984 look like child’s play.
Amelia had gotten a call from her boss almost immediately after she left the bar. He’d had a job for her - something simple and quick that should’ve gone off without a hitch. All she had to do was flirt some seemingly harmless information out of some drunk, girl-crazy, small-time criminal that was getting in her boss’s way. Unfortunately, the guy was a little less forthcoming and a little more handsy and persistent than she’d expected.
She’d slipped away easily enough, after getting the information and showing him just what she could “do with her body”, but it had left her ruffled and in a bad mood. So when her cell phone started ringing as she was finally heading back home to get some well-deserved shut-eye, she assumed it was her boss again and answered quick and snippy, completely forgetting to check the caller ID. “What do you want, Con?”
Connor shied away from the angry answer clenching his teeth and furrowing his brow in worry. God he’d just met her and royally fucked up! of course! it was just his luck! the -universe- didn’t want him to have a girlfriend.
“Amelia, m’so sorry! I didn’t mean ta call so late, but i didn’t want you to think I was disinterested, it was really stupid for me to call so late, but i said I would so i didn’t want ta seem like a liar!” he rambled nervously, pacing around the sofa of his flat in the basement of one of his uncle’s buildings . The stride of his steps increased as his nervousness did.
Amelia halted when she heard the voice on the other end. To her complete embarrassment, it wasn’t her boss. Even worse, it was Connor, and he thought she was angry with him because her stupid boss shares the same nickname and oh god why didn’t I check the caller ID? “Oh! Connor! No no no, I’m so sorry! No, I’m not mad at you, I thought you were my boss!” She explained quickly, flushing up. Augh, she was so stupid! Her embarrassment leaked into her tone as she continued. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped like that without checking to see who it was…”
She quickly started walking again, still blushing. It really was getting late and she was in a bad part of the neighborhood. Lollygagging would only attract creeps, and she did not need to deal with that on top of all this embarrassing backpedaling she had to do because of a stupid mistake she made. She quickly added a cheerful “I am glad you called!”
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The corners of the bartenders mouth dropped into a frown and he shook his head. He had worked for Connor’s family for a long time. He’d seen head bosses come and go, some just from retirement or others because of being ’ in the wrong place at the wrong time’. This wasn’t a noble family, and Connor always stood like a sore thumb in it…well he supposed he couldn’t blame the kid since…
He shook the thoughts away and came back to the present, looking into the big blue eyes that Amelia was giving him. Nope, he was far too old and far too wise for that trick. He’d had his fair share experience with birds and their pretty tricks, but he definitely didn’t want this pretty little thing getting involved with this family.
” Don’t cha pick up tha’ call when i’ comes. do you ‘ear? You might think ya get into trouble paintin’ yer doodles on tha sides of buildings, bu’ Connor runs with bad company. S’not what a lady like yourself should be caught up in.” He explained simply and continued cleaning his glasses, though now with a vigor that threatened to crack it. ” You ‘ave yerself a nice day, mam.” He said simply, clamming up after that.
“Bad company, huh?” Amelia mumbled almost too quietly, looking a little surprised and more thoughtful. She doubted he meant Connor hung out with your run-of-the-mill thugs. First off, he was a cop, so that’d just be unlikely. But the bartender sounded like he meant business. “Bad company” meant more than he was letting on. Was Connor a dirty cop?
She stood up straight, eyebrows raised at the thought, and gave an ironic, though slightly taken aback laugh.. Well, it didn’t look like she’d be getting anymore information out of the good bartender here and she knew when to quit. She gave the man a friendly smile. “Well, sir, thanks for the warning… But who knows? We might be more of a match than ya think!” With that, she let out another little ironic laugh, and left after giving a parting wave.
Not something a lady like me should be caught up in, he said, she thought to herself on her way back home. Wouldn’t he be surprised…
It was so late by the time Connor’s call came that it almost seemed like it would never come.
Connor felt a bit bad for calling so late, but he didn’t want Amelia to think he was disinterested…
He waited as the phone rang, hoping Amelia picked up. His damned cousins had him working late, making sure that a few bags of cocaine conveniently were misplaced so they couldn’t be used tomorrow at a trial. His family, which he wasn’t associated with by surname or in the public, was one of the most renowned crime families in the London papers. They were always in an out of the court room and nothing could ever be pinned on them, thanks to Connor and his incredible talent for making evidence disappear and files go corrupt or simply erase them for existence. He made the newspaper editors from George Orwell’s 1984 look like child’s play.
Amelia had gotten a call from her boss almost immediately after she left the bar. He’d had a job for her - something simple and quick that should’ve gone off without a hitch. All she had to do was flirt some seemingly harmless information out of some drunk, girl-crazy, small-time criminal that was getting in her boss’s way. Unfortunately, the guy was a little less forthcoming and a little more handsy and persistent than she’d expected.
She’d slipped away easily enough, after getting the information and showing him just what she could “do with her body”, but it had left her ruffled and in a bad mood. So when her cell phone started ringing as she was finally heading back home to get some well-deserved shut-eye, she assumed it was her boss again and answered quick and snippy, completely forgetting to check the caller ID. “What do you want, Con?”
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The corners of the bartenders mouth dropped into a frown and he shook his head. He had worked for Connor’s family for a long time. He’d seen head bosses come and go, some just from retirement or others because of being ’ in the wrong place at the wrong time’. This wasn’t a noble family, and Connor always stood like a sore thumb in it…well he supposed he couldn’t blame the kid since…
He shook the thoughts away and came back to the present, looking into the big blue eyes that Amelia was giving him. Nope, he was far too old and far too wise for that trick. He’d had his fair share experience with birds and their pretty tricks, but he definitely didn’t want this pretty little thing getting involved with this family.
” Don’t cha pick up tha’ call when i’ comes. do you ‘ear? You might think ya get into trouble paintin’ yer doodles on tha sides of buildings, bu’ Connor runs with bad company. S’not what a lady like yourself should be caught up in.” He explained simply and continued cleaning his glasses, though now with a vigor that threatened to crack it. ” You ‘ave yerself a nice day, mam.” He said simply, clamming up after that.
“Bad company, huh?” Amelia mumbled almost too quietly, looking a little surprised and more thoughtful. She doubted he meant Connor hung out with your run-of-the-mill thugs. First off, he was a cop, so that’d just be unlikely. But the bartender sounded like he meant business. “Bad company” meant more than he was letting on. Was Connor a dirty cop?
She stood up straight, eyebrows raised at the thought, and gave an ironic, though slightly taken aback laugh.. Well, it didn’t look like she’d be getting anymore information out of the good bartender here and she knew when to quit. She gave the man a friendly smile. “Well, sir, thanks for the warning… But who knows? We might be more of a match than ya think!” With that, she let out another little ironic laugh, and left after giving a parting wave.
Not something a lady like me should be caught up in, he said, she thought to herself on her way back home. Wouldn’t he be surprised…
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Sew It Like You Mean It Dress, $164.99, Modcloth.
This cheerful Spring dress features a few of my favorite things: comic strip prints, sewing, and a beautiful silhouette with a full, A-line skirt. Since this dress is currently out of stock, I’m crossing my fingers that this print pops up in some other incarnation on Modcloth.
