Learning to Share | By : BranowynIvy Category: 1 through F > Boondock Saints Views: 4133 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Kali only flinched once.
"F-Fuck. Ass." And it had only been the first time. Tourettes, she figured and had since managed to keep her face expressionless during his outbursts. She gave the old man a tight smile and waited as he sorted his thoughts to finish his sentence. "You're h-hired." His bushy white eyebrows rose and he flashed her a toothy grin. "If you still want it." Kali let the breath she had been holding go and held out her hand eagerly. "Very much so, thank you!" Doc shook her hand, glancing at the duffle bag thrown over her shoulder. "You got a p-p-place to st-stay?" She shook her head. He nodded, releasing her hand as he took a step back toward the bar. "There's a cot." He motioned toward the door that led to the small kitchen behind him. "It isn't m-much..." "It's perfect. Thank you again, sir-" "D-Doc. Everyone calls m-me Doc." She had made her way to the back as he spoke and now flashed him a bright smile over her shoulder. "Well Doc, when do I start?" BoondockSaints BoondockSaints BoondockSaints BoondockSaints BoondockSaints She loved it. McGinty's Irish Pub was loud and raucous; it's patrons rowdy and drunk. She moved quickly, pouring drinks and delivering beer. Everyone was very welcoming, a little too welcoming maybe. She didn't mind though, a pinch and a leer would boost her tips and Lord knows, she could use it. The night was in full swing and she was busy with a slurring fellow who called himself Davy when she saw the front doors open out of the corner of her eye. Maybe a woman with better sense would feel overwhelmed at the overpopulation...better sense...or a bigger pocket book. As it was, she couldn't find a remorseful bone in her body and decided that now was a good time to make her back down the bar. She gave Davy a cheeky grin and dangled his freshly poured shot of low grade whiskey in front of his hooded eyes. "Pay first, honey, your tab is maxed." "Oy! Conner! Murph!" Someone further down called out. Rocco, she believed the others had called him. He was cute, Italian and flirty. She had already gotten a cool tip from him. Kali kissed the tips of her fingers and pressed them to Davy's forehead. "Close your eyes for a minute hun, I'll be back." She made her way to the other side of the bar, hoping to catch a glance at Rocco's new friends. Maybe they would be just as generous for a fast drink and an easy smile but the crowd was thick around them, she couldn't quite get a look... "Well fuck me! Who is this?" Turning quickly, she met the eyes of the man that had spoken, her brow arched. His words were heavy with an Irish brogue that would curl any girls toes and he had the face to seal the deal. He was dirty blonde and handsome. Rocco spun in his chair. "This, gents, is the new hire Doc has been threatening us with." Another man, this one with pale skin, dark hair and pretty blue eyes peaked out from the mash of bodies behind. "You're fucking with us!" Kali chuckled softly, her eyes moving slowly from one man to another. "The name's Kalisto, Kali for short. What can I do you for boys?" "Just a beer for us." The blonde one said as he and the other man creatively acquired a seat next to Rocco. She almost felt bad for the poor sops they had pushed onto the floor but then, everyone roared their approval and the feeling was gone. She made fast work of the tap and set two perfectly frothy beers down in front of them. The dark haired one was about to speak when- "Another round!" A man from one of the tables in back called out, waving his hands in the air to catch her attention as the others pounded their fists on the wooden top. Kali glanced at the table and gave the man a quick nod. Looking back at Rocco's cute friend, she found him distracted. Too bad, she thought briefly and then mentally rewound the night to remember what that particular group had been drinking. She ticked off the brands of whiskey in her head and when one popped out at her, she went about filling six shot glasses with their choice of liquor, arranging them on a tray as she made her way through the crowd. A balancing act that required no small amount of talent, she thought as she dodged a stumbling drunk that fell with a smile on his face and a drink in his hand. Finally she found her mark and made a circle around the table, setting down each shot in front of them. Finished, she turned and began searching for a clear path through the sea of bodies when she felt a large hand cup her ass, meaty fingers digging into her flesh with a hefty squeeze. She spun around and shoved her hand in the face of the greasy man that smirked up at her unapologetically. "Pay up." He frowned, his movements slow and uncoordinated as he tried to push her hand away. "What?" He asked dumbly. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her hand still nose level. "Honey, I don't mind if you want to grab my ass but if you are going to treat me like a whore you damn well better pay me like one. Now pay up!" She couldn't help but noticed that the busy bar had suddenly cut the noise in half. She didn't take her eyes off the man as he grumbled something in German and dug in his front pocket. "How much is it worth to ya?" He asked with a slur and a grin. Kali laughed and shrugged her shoulders. "You tell me." Wink. The man glanced from her eyes to her ass and slapped a fifty dollar bill in her hand. "I'll owe you the rest!" He and his friends roared with laughter, clapping the man on the back, unaware of her silent retreat back to the bar. "You'll do alright here, lass." Kali looked up. "I will certainly try." "Name's Conner." "Aye, and I am Murphy." She smiled at them. 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