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Post by Brennan Malone on Feb 11, 2010 22:46:27 GMT -5
Half-heartedly paying attention to Benjamin, Malone bobbed his head to some unheard song, but it was good enough to pass as a nod. "Right, right, point taken. I'll leave her to get all hoary-eyed." He liked a lady or two. Sometimes he liked them drunk, sometimes it didn't matter. Other times he wanted them sober so maybe he could have a conversation. Malone loved a good time, especially when it came to seeing people happy in the speakeasy. It was good to see people so happy and free.
Benji continued and finally he broke free of his trance, laughing and shaking his head. "Sorry, Bennie. I'll try to teach her to make good." He teetered his vision to Mattie and put a hand on her head. "Don't let no fella knock you up too young, all right?"
Futzin' with Benji was all too easy.
"What's that mean, huh? Why'd my gams be open in the first place?"
With a furrowed brows and pursed lips, an adult pensive gaze on his face, he leaned back again. "Well, 'cause," he started to explain, "you're pretty enough to get most bimbos in breezers, ain'tcha? They'd like nothin' better than to see a chassis, now, see. You just tell 'em t'beat it, y'hear? Otherwise Uncle Brennan'll bump 'em off."
Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he rubbed the back of her head affectionately before bringing himself to his feet. The new woman seemed entranced by the brothers, so he winked provocatively to the elder before starting off to listen to the musicians.
People were getting their things on in front of the stage, some dancing alone, others with partners. "Get hot!" he laughed, cupping his hands around his mouth. "Go on, get hot!"
He grinned. "That's keen."
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Post by Benji Jakeman on Feb 11, 2010 23:06:58 GMT -5
"Sorry, Bennie. I'll try to teach her to make good." Yeah, that'd go over well. There oughta be a law against Brennan Malone being around kids. Shouldn't be legal. He'd just corrupt 'em all into bein' just like him and if there was one thing this world did not need was another Brennan Malone. Benji smirked at that thought. Hell, if there ever were another one, the original Brennan would be sure to take him for a ride.
"Don't let no fella knock you up too young, all right?"
It just flippin' figured, eh? Benji dropped his forehead to the heel of his palm again, sighing. "You're too much, Malone," he murmured wincing. He was gonna have all kinds of explaining to do his daughter after tonight...
Then his brother appeared. Tossing the rag to hang over his shoulder, Benji nodded to Jesse. "Hey there, fella. Where you been 'round to?" Better not have been getting into trouble.
New girl asked for another drink and he filled it up but held onto it a minute. "Got another quarter first, doll?" he asked, shooting her a smile. Brennan'd kill him if he tossed over a drink without getting the money first, no matter how pretty the smile was. Not that Benji would ever do that; he wasn't some sap.
"Well, 'cause," he started to explain, "you're pretty enough to get most bimbos in breezers, ain'tcha? They'd like nothin' better than to see a chassis, now, see. You just tell 'em t'beat it, y'hear? Otherwise Uncle Brennan'll bump 'em off."
Benji shuddered and thought about maybe crying. "Brennan, really?" he asked exasperatedly. His poor, sweet, innocent child; she was just an little thing, all cute and pure... And now... He sighed. "Thanks, old boy."
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Post by Mattie Jakeman on Feb 11, 2010 23:21:32 GMT -5
"Anytime you want yer hair done, you come find me."
Mattie's eyes lit up at that and she pushed up onto her hands, standing on her barstool. "Really? Golly-whiz, Miss Audrey; thanks!" She turned to her father then, asking, "Didja hear that, Daddy? Huh?"
"I heard it all right, M&M," Benji replied with a smile. He tapped her bottom with the towel then, adding, "Sit on your bottom, baby."
Mattie laughed and complied and then Uncle Brennan was talking again. He was telling her not to let some fella knock her up! She blushed vividly. She knew what that one meant. She had overheard Uncle Jesse and Daddy talking once and they had said that that's what Daddy had done to her Mama. She turned and saw that her Daddy was blushing too and just ducked her head a little.
"Well, 'cause," he started to explain, "you're pretty enough to get most bimbos in breezers, ain'tcha? They'd like nothin' better than to see a chassis, now, see. You just tell 'em t'beat it, y'hear? Otherwise Uncle Brennan'll bump 'em off."
Mattie's brow furrowed as she met Brennan's eyes, thinking. She ended it with a shrug and a carefree laugh. "'Kay, Uncle Brennan! Pos-i-lute-ly, whatever you say."
And then Uncle Jesse was there too! Oh, Mattie sure did love being at the speakeasy! All her favorite people were there in one spot and she was the only kid and they were all so fun! Even if Uncle Brennan was embarrassing her and Daddy would only let her have one rootbeer float. She eagerly accepted the kiss from her uncle and she grinned up at him. "Heya yourself," she replied, face bright.
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Post by Audrey Carleone on Feb 11, 2010 23:32:53 GMT -5
"Right, right, point taken. I'll leave her to get all hoary-eyed."
She stared at him as she brought the drink to her lips, before taking a swallow, she shook her head at him with a soft smile. He sure was somethin' else, that fella. She breathed out as the liquid traveled down her throat, hitting her stomach with an enjoyable feeling.
"Don't let no fella knock you up too young, all right?"
She nearly choked on her second sip of the drink as she heard that. She shook her head, hitting Brennan's arm gently. "Have you gone screwy?" She asked, slightly shocked that he would talk like that infront of a girl Mattie's age.
"You're too much, Malone,"
She completely agreed with Beji on that one, she thought, shaking her head. Jesse came into view and she flashed him a warm smile. "You don't look have bad in those glad-rags yourself there, fella."
"Well, 'cause," he started to explain, "you're pretty enough to get most bimbos in breezers, ain'tcha? They'd like nothin' better than to see a chassis, now, see. You just tell 'em t'beat it, y'hear? Otherwise Uncle Brennan'll bump 'em off."
She put up her hands, shaking her head. "And I think that's my cue." She smiled, laughing softly. She walked past Brennan, giving him a gaze. "Don'cha go on and get that girl all balled up. y'here?"
She turned her head, giving the others a soft smile before walking over to one of the gambling tables and taking a seat. "Evenin' Miss Audrey, care to play a hand?" She grinned at the gentlemen around her. "Question is, are you fellas ready to lose?"
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Post by Jesse Jakeman on Feb 11, 2010 23:38:34 GMT -5
"Well...well look what the cat drug in. Up for another beatin' Jakeman?"
He shot a grin over at Scarlett, remembering a few nights ago when she beat him at a game of billiards. "Sorry doll, maybe later? Got some work needs ta be gettin' done." He smiled gently at her.
"Well, 'cause," he started to explain, "you're pretty enough to get most bimbos in breezers, ain'tcha? They'd like nothin' better than to see a chassis, now, see. You just tell 'em t'beat it, y'hear? Otherwise Uncle Brennan'll bump 'em off."
He nearly choked on thin air, hearing that leave Brennan's lips. Though it came at no real surprise. That man, he played by his own set of rules. "For cryin' out loud, Brennan." He laughed, shaking his head at him.
"You don't look have bad in those glad-rags yourself there, fella." "Heya, yourself."
He wrinkled his nose at Mattie before acting as if he was going to tear hers off. "Why thank you." He grinned back at Audrey. Pure, and simple flirting to start off the night, it was perfect. Though it held no real ground, he thought of Audrey more of a friend than a Sheba, though she was a doll.
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Post by Brennan Malone on Feb 12, 2010 0:15:42 GMT -5
Despite what those around him said, he laughed, and went on looking around his speakeasy. He liked the glances he got, the way some people totally ignored him, the way those girls were dancing. Removing his blazer, he hung it on a nearby hook, nodding to a few people, acknowledging others with waves or brow-raisings. He missed having a girl on each arm, beer being poured down his throat.
Maybe Audrey would humor him. That gal was something else. They knew each other and a relative first-name basis, and he hoped she'd be okay with a little dancing, a little booze, then maybe some cards.
His heart sunk when he saw her sit down to play the cards first. Swallowing hard, he slunk back to Benjamin behind the bar. "Gimme something to do."
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Post by Benji Jakeman on Feb 12, 2010 15:24:15 GMT -5
While Mattie pondered over the crazy men she had for uncles, Jesse played at tearing her nose off. "Hey," she protested, smiling up at him. She clapped her hands over her nose protectively. She stuck her tongue out at him before bouncing a little on her seat. "Daddy, can I have a pretzel?" she asked sweetly, eyes tipped to Benji.
Benjamin smiled, shaking his head. Reaching for the box under the counter, he took out two for her, dropping them onto the napkin in front of her. "There you go, sweets." He ruffled her hair softly as he watched her gnaw on the thick sourdough. No matter what the speakeasy did to her or Brennan or Jesse said to her, she was still just a little girl at heart; his little girl.
"Gimme something to do."
Benji raised a brow at that before rolling his eyes. "Give you something to do? Ain't this your bar, bossman? Shouldn't you be givin' somethin' to do?" He chuckled softly, shaking his head. Eyes trailing to Audrey, he smirked. "Why not go on over and talk to the dame you've been watching all night, eh?"
Mattie perked up at that, still chewing on her pretzel. "Uncle Brennan, you got a crush?" she asked excitedly, keeping her voice down like she was sharing a secret with a friend.
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Post by Audrey Carleone on Feb 12, 2010 15:32:00 GMT -5
She danced in her seat, a soft smile on her lips as the last round came her way. "Well I'm sorry boys." She said softly, shaking her head. "Seems you'll be headin' home with no kale in your pockets." She laid down her hand, reveling in their shocked faces.
"That's four of a kind!" She laughed softly, grabbing the kale that was infront of her and swiping it into her small clutch. "Yes it was. Better luck next time fellas." She curtsied softly as she walked back towards the bar.
Her drink was empty, and she was feeling a bit jazzed at this point. But another wouldn't do much harm. "Uncle Brennan, you got a crush?" Her head tilted as she placed her hands on the counter beside Mattie. "Can I get another, Benji?" She asked, digging in her clutch for another quarter and passing it over.
A new song swept through the joint, and she swayed softly to the tune, humming lightly as she did so.
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Post by Jesse Jakeman on Feb 12, 2010 15:35:14 GMT -5
"Hey,"
"Don'cha be stickin' that thing out at me, little-jane." He played along. He reached over, ruffling her hair gently as Brennan came walking back. "Gimme something to do." Well, that was odd. Bossman asking Benji for him to give the big shot somethin' to do.
"Why not go on over and talk to the dame you've been watching all night, eh?" "Uncle Brennan, you got a crush?"
His eyes drifted towards Audrey who was heading right at them. He cleared his throat, but it was a little too late. His eyes widened as he turned, whistling softly as he went into the back to clean out the dead soldiers.
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Post by Brennan Malone on Feb 12, 2010 15:58:22 GMT -5
"Give you something to do? Ain't this your bar, bossman? Shouldn't you be givin' somethin' to do?"
Exasperated, he threw his hand down on the table softly. "You would think, huh? I like watchin' people, but after a while, I need someone to do. Uh, I mean, something to do." Billards got boring after winning time after time. The musicians needed to tune themselves again. And poker was only his style on Wednesdays when he could play with Old Man Jameson and get stinking drunk and not care.
"Why not go on over and talk to the dame you've been watching all night, eh?"
"Who might that be?" he countered. He hadn't really been ogling anyone that long, had he? Brennan chewed the inside of his cheek. "Pour me another drink and we'll see if you can weasel the ol' knocker up and outa me."
"Uncle Brennan, you got a crush?"
He shot his eyes up. "Naw, I ain't," he replied with a definite shake of his head. "Uncle Brennan doesn't get crushes. And don't start usin' language you're too young f'r, y'hear? No datin' till yer married."
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Post by Benji Jakeman on Feb 12, 2010 16:12:48 GMT -5
Benji smirked as Audrey headed back over. "Looks like you gonna have somethin' to do after all," he murmured, quiet enough so only Brennan and maybe Jesse could hear him. His brother shoved off as the dame sat and Benji passed him a grin.
"Can I get another, Benji?"
"You got it, ma'am," he replied, taking her money and pouring her a glass. Passing it to her with a smile, he chuckled as Brenna spoke to his daughter. "Uncle Brennan doesn't get crushes. And don't start usin' language you're too young f'r, y'hear? No datin' till yer married."
"That's what I tried telling her," Benji said with a laugh. "Don' think that's gonna go over so well with her. Huh, M&M?"
Mattie grinned up at her Daddy and shook her head. "Nuh-uh. Only fella I need is my Daddy." She crunched happily on the last of her pretzel as if to puncuate her statement.
Benjamin's face broke into a wide grin at that. "And how," he replied, leaning down on the counter to rub his nose against his daughter's. Straightening up, he poured himself a quick belt and tossed it down, wincing as the burn hit the back of his throat.
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Post by Audrey Carleone on Feb 12, 2010 16:22:10 GMT -5
"You got it, ma'am,"
She smiled back at him, taking the drink in her hand and bringing it to her lips "Uncle Brennan doesn't get crushes. And don't start usin' language you're too young f'r, y'hear? No datin' till yer married." She laughed softly, finally able to take a sip.
"Nuh-uh. Only fella I need is my Daddy." "And how."
She giggled softly as she watched father and daughter share a moment together. She tilted her head to the side, tugging gently on Mattie's hair to get her attention. "Best keep to singin' that tune, sweetie."
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Post by Jesse Jakeman on Feb 12, 2010 16:26:51 GMT -5
"Looks like you gonna have somethin' to do after all,"
Jess laughed easily, and quietly as he picked up a rag. Ah, that Brennan. He was surely somethin' else, that's for sure. He busied himself, looking back over his shoulder through the open window that overlooked the bar.
"Uncle Brennan doesn't get crushes. And don't start usin' language you're too young f'r, y'hear? No datin' till yer married."
He smiled, shaking his head as he threw the rag over his shoulder and went towards the window to watch Mattie's reaction.
"Nuh-uh. Only fella I need is my Daddy." "And how." "Best keep to singin' that tune, sweetie."
He chuckled softly. "Otherwise Uncle Brennan will have to take them other fellas for a ride." He told her, giving a nod with a smile.
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Post by Brennan Malone on Feb 13, 2010 17:46:17 GMT -5
Clearing his throat, he smiled at Mattie, nodding once in approval. "That's right, little lady. Nobody but your Daddy, hear? He's got you well looked after." 'Cause nobody was more protective of their youngin' than Benji. He wondered if he'd ever let the girl out on her own. She seemed to be making a break for it, and fast.
"Otherwise Uncle Brennan will have to take them other fellas for a ride."
It wasn't a habit, but he'd sometimes had to do that. Take little blabber-mouths out, sayin' he had something important to tell them, then put the barrel of the gun to their brainstem and let 'er rip. No use letting them get caught on account of some piss-off.
Again, he swallowed, not answering. He wasn't proud of killing people, but it didn't bother him, either. What had to be done, was done.
"Say, Mattie," he said, leaning on the bar with his elbows, "what'dya think about taking me out on the dance floor for a jive, huh?"
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Post by Mattie Jakeman on Feb 13, 2010 18:09:21 GMT -5
Mattie nodded to both Audrey and Jesse. She knew that was the truth! She loved her daddy. Ain't no fella 'round better'n him. Yet, at least. Though she wasn't sure why Uncle Brennan would take anybody for a ride... Like a carnival ride? She shrugged it off, deciding it didn't matter.
She giggled as his nose brushed against hers, tickling it. "Aw, Daddy," she protested through laughter, rubbing at her nose with the heel of her hand. Benji just thumbed over her nose like he was giving a signal to someone or something. But then a bunch of people were coming to the counter and he had to set about filling orders.
Hearing her name, Mattie turned to Uncle Brennan leaning toward her. At his request to dance, she nodded happily. "Boy, would I!" She hopped off her stool and turned to wait for Uncle Brennan. "Daddy, is it all right?" she asked as an after-thought.
"Sure, baby," Benji replied a little distractedly, pouring two more glasses and handing them off. Then he shot a mock-harsh glare to Brennan. "Don't you steal my dame away." Mattie chuckled easily at that, bouncing on her toes as she waited for Uncle Brennan.
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