Be Nice, We're Co-Workers Now


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Scene Title Be Nice. We're Co-Workers Now.
Synopsis Brian shows up at Biddy's while Kaylee's working away her punishment. Surprise! They're Co-workers!
Date August 05, 2009

Biddy Flannigan's Irish Pub

Ambient lighting blankets the establishment in a soft luminescence, glowing in tones of appealing orange from the front face of the bar and low hanging light fixtures overhead. Old style brick walls given the pub an appealing depth, reflecting the tone of lights in a more amber hue down upon the lengths of the polished, wooden floors. The bar counter of lacquered dark wood stretches along the northern wall, the forefront for shelves of numerous liquors and the substantially sized LCD televisions spaced liberally behind it. The screens flicker with the latest games and news as the labeled spirit bottles wink from lighted shelves with a beckon of their own. Barstools and high tables welcome tipsy patrons to their support, scattered with throughout the barroom with a few wedge into the darker, quieter, and more secretive recesses. Over the bar are a few banners of sports teams, most notably one of English football club Manchester United.

The thick wooden door to the west is fitted with a single neon sign sponsored by one of the brews on tap, glowing in the door's center window to shed its light onto the sidewalk outside and summoning in new customers when the bar is open for business.

Late evening at Biddy's it's not as hopping as Old Lucy's, but it keeps the workers moving. Groups of people hanging out, the bar has several patrons. Kaylee is here tonight, part of her punishment for going to Staten. She could probably tell Adam to shove it, but then she's trying to not piss the man off. So she's a good little minion and does her time for her crime.

Approaching a table looking rather bored, Kaylee flips open her notepad and says. "What can I get you?" while pulling a pen out of her back pocket of her slacks. Not leather biker outfit here.

Placing the menu down and away from his face, Brian gives a playful little smirk as the thing is removed from it's obscuring position. "Oh hello. I would like to start off with a more cheerful attitude." His sunglasses are removed crisply and set on the table.

He is dressed as per usual, a dark expensive black suit, silver belt buckle and a crisp white dress shirt. Shoving his menu forward he gives an admiring yet slightly teasing look, setting his chin in his hands. "Aren't you happy to see me?" Smile!

"Oh god.. it's you." Tumbles out of Kaylee's mouth before she can stop it. Guess that's a no. There is a sigh and she holds her notebook to her chest, "What do you want this time?" She looks at him as if expecting it to be something bad, but his little display gets a small twitch out of the corner of her mouth. "Look. Are you gonna order something, or are you just here to be annoying?" Rather blunt, but she does have to work.

You should be nicer to your newest co-worker, Kaylee. This is an awfully rude welcome. His thoughts pass over to her easily until he cuts them off. Once again putting up his defenses to leave her with a garbled mess or just—nothing. "Maybe I should just leave if that's how I'm going to be treated." Winters mutters, shuffling out of his booth. "I'll make a complaint to the owner of this establishment though. You shouldn't treat paying customers like that."

A look of surprise, though it's hard to know if it's from what she accidentally caught in his head or the threat of complaints against her. Her hand moves quickly to rest on his shoulder to try and press him back in the booth. "Sorry.. Sorry okay? Just — sit. Okay?" She hiss at him softly, glancing back at some of the guys she knows are in Adam's employ. "Scoot over." She mutters dropping to join him at the table. "Why are you here?" She repeats a little more polite and putting on a small smile that seems strained.

"Well now I don't want to stay." Brian whines. He exaggerates how much power she is applying to shoulder, looking down at her hand as if she has a vicegrip on him. His sunglasses are grasped in one hand as he watches her levelly. Scooting over a fraction, he obliges just enough. Giving her barely enough room to slide into the booth. "Do you question everyone who comes in here?" He grunts. "Do I have to pass a test to get food?" His sunglasses are fiddled with before he frowns. "Why don't you find out?" He asks, bringing up one hand, tapping it to his forehead twice.

Kaylee gives him a level look. "Only you." She comments blandly. "Adam hasn't said whether he wants a meeting or not." Her blue eyes flicker to watch him tap his head and she simply says. "No." Her eyes drop down to his again, "I'd prefer you tell me. What do I look? Psychic?" Yes, she's still playing that card.

"I've met with him already Kaylee. After he tried to run me down and shoot me in a hospital during a hostage situation. I decided to take matters into my own hands. I'm on the payroll." He interlocks his fingers in front of him and watches her coldly, shaking his head. "Really Kaylee? You still want to play that game." Shifting his body to watch her closely he tilts his head with a playful grin. I find you sexually attractive. The defenses come down for just a glimpse long enough for that to skim over. If she doesn't react to that well then he'll have to devise a new gameplan. But for now, he just watches her. A grin playing at his lips.

"Your kidding me right?" Kaylee says in a flat tone. "He — shot you and then — hired you?" Her eyes narrow a bit as she studies him, but then she catches that and there is no mistaking the surpise that passes across her face. Then she realizes she just reacted and she let's out a string of choice words. "Your an ass you know that?" She snaps in a low whisper, not liking the fact he just caught her like that. "Fuck, Adam won't be happy with me." She suddenly moves to slide out of the booth.

"One would think that being alive for a gajillion years would teach a man a little tact." A little shrug is given. "Apparently not!" He says brightly before smirking. "You think I would be welcome in here if I wasn't welcome." His eyes dart to several different men that he has pegged for Adam's 'boys'. "You'll learn to love me." Brian says sweetly, leaning back against the booth. Grinning as she goes to flood out of the booth. "It's not like I didn't know, sweetheart."

Turning to lean against the table, Kaylee crosses her arms under her chest. "Yeah.. I know. But can't blame a girl from trying. And besides how the hell did you find out? It's not something I just wave around willy nilly." That seems to irritate her the most, course she does have one thing he doesn't know about and she's gonna hold that card close to her chest. "I've been working damn hard at not being obvious."

A sly grin raises up his lips. "I'm good." He says simply watching her closely. "At a lot of things, really." His smile grows even broader as she talks about how hard she's been working. "You're doing great, practice makes perfect, I'm sure. So are you going to be hospitable, or are you going to go be bored at a different table?" He asks with an arched brow.

"Cocky as hell too. Such a charmer." Kaylee comments, but there is a the beginning of a smile there. "Where does Adam find these people?" Yes, that was sarcasm. She moves to drop back down next to him in the booth, screw the rest of her shift. "I guess you would have found out when we're working together anyhow, — Brian." She did have his name, it seems. "Though I do have to wonder why he took you on." She studies him with a small smirk. "I'm sure though, you'll fit into the misfit gang of us well enough."

"You got my name." Brian arches a brow, impressed. "Adam couldn't have told you, since he would have added on that I work for him now. So how did you get it?" He leans back a bit as if to examine her for the first time. "I'm impressed."

"I've been this way for four years alright." Kaylee comments stiffly. "You don't go that long without learning a thing or two.. I'm just bad at my poker face. And you sir.. You mind is — is — a mess. If I might be frank about it. I have never seen so many useless thoughts in one place." She gives a little shake of her head looking at him as if she can't figure him out.

"Good job." Brian admits, giving a smirk. When she addresses his 'useless' thoughts he gives a little grin. "Hard to get past all that, isn't it? But it works, doesn't it? Like I said, Kaylee. You get what I let you have." Except apparently, for his name. "So four years. How long have you been wrapped up in Mister Monroe's posse?"

"With Adam?" Kaylee asks with a small smirk, "A couple of months. Ran into him on Staten around the time I was helping with a soup kitchen out there." She gives a little shrug of her shoulder, "Saved my ass, when my boyfriend at the time decided to be an ass. Now…" she sweeps a hand at the bar, "… I help him."

"How charitable." Brian remarks brightly, giving her an admiring smile. "A lot of asses involved in that sentence." He points out, a little twinkle in his eye. "So do you have a boyfriend now? Or is that just a line to keep irritating, but incredibly charming men at bay in bars?"

"Yeah well.. I enjoy helping.." Kaylee comments on the first thing, the other actually earns a chuckle. A hand comes up her rest against her mouth, as she glances over at him. "Yeah well.. I seem to attract the worse sort." She say, giving him a sweet smile. However, she doesn't answer the rest of them. "I — should get back to work if I ever hope to get back on the bosses good side."

"It's always good to have helping hands around." He grins a bit. "Yeah, heard he's hard to please." Waving a dismissive hand, he melts back into the booth. "Go my busy bee, go work. I'll talk to you later. We're co-workers now. We have water jugs to conspire around, right?" With a smile he adds in, "Oh some food please. I don't care what, just something that doesn't make me want to vomit."

"It's a pub. The food is going to be dripping in grease." Kaylee gives him a grin as she stands. "And it's less that he's hard to please, as.. I'm his personal headache at times." She tucks her notepad in her back pocket, "You could say.. I'm grounded. This is my punishment" There is a flash of teeth as her grin has a rather impish quality to it. "I'll see what I can find food wise, Brian." Turning away, he doesn't see the thoughtful expression and then the smug little smile on her face. Adam would not be pleased at her thoughts. Oh no.

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