DON'T SHOW YOUR FACE AGAIN (ANNICE)

[CONNOR GREGORY SELWYN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] IN ALL HONESTY, CONNOR DIDN'T HAVE THE MONEY TO BE IN A PLACE LIKE THIS ANYMORE. HE WAS BANKRUPT THANKS TO THE IRA AND THE RUSSIAN MAFIA, BUT HE DIDN'T CARE. RIGHT NOW, HE WAS DRUNK OUT OF HIS MIND, SHIRTLESS, AND DANCING ON THE BAR AND THOROUGHLY OFFENDING HALF OF THE CURRENT CUSTOMERS. THE OTHER HALF WAS EITHER LAUGHING AT HIM OR THROWING MONEY WHICH HE TRIED TO CATCH WITH HIS TEETH. OVERALL, IT WAS AN AFFAIR THAT CONNOR SELWYN WOULD HAVE NEVER GOTTEN HIMSELF INTO IF HE'D BEEN HIS FORMER SELF. TWELVE HOURS EARLIER, HE'D HAD WHAT WAS PROBABLY HIS LAST CONFRONTATION WITH HIS EX: ELI BYRNE. SHE'D BEEN AN EMPLOYEE AND COMRADE OF HIS ONCE, BUT HE'D DESTROYED ALL OF THAT WHEN HE'D SOLD HER TO THE RUSSIAN MAFIA IN EXCHANGE FOR AN ALLIANCE. AN ALLIANCE THAT NEVER HAPPENED. HE SHOULD'VE KNOWN BETTER - SHOULD'VE KNOWN THEY WOULD SCREW HIM AND STILL GET WHAT THEY WANTED - BUT HE'D BEEN FOOLHARDY AND SELFISH AND IT HAD COST HIM DEARLY. NOW, ELI HATED HIM, JETT HATED HIM, THE MAFIA HAD CRUMBLED AND HE COULDN'T DEAL WITH IT. THE MOMENT ELI HAD WALKED AWAY FROM HIM, HE'D WALKED INTO THE NEAREST BAR, AND HE'D BEEN WASTED SINCE THEN. HE WAS SO TRASHED THAT HE HARDLY EVEN NOTICED AS THE BAR MANAGER HAD HIM BODILY ESCORTED OUTSIDE AND DUMPED IN A HEAP ON THE CURB SINGING A FLOGGING MOLLY SONG. WAVING HIS HANDS IN THE AIR AS IF HE WAS DIRECTING AN INVISIBLE BAD, CONNOR SWAYED SLIGHTLY AND DIDN'T REALIZE HE WAS GOING TO BLACK OUT UNTIL IT WAS TOO LATE.

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It was a surprise that she wasn’t falling asleep behind the wheel after work, she kept yawning and had it not been for the radio droning on in the background she would have just fell asleep. Grabbing her slurpee from the cup holder she finished it, sighing she put the empty cup back and drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as she waited at a stop light. She didn’t want to go home, it was boring, she’d raid her fridge for something, realize she hadn’t bought anything to eat in a week and just wind up getting whatever takeout was closest and fastest than falling into bed and sleeping. Ann’s mind was still racing over everything with the V case, two new cops popping up, Hayes she didn’t mind too much but she still wasn’t sure about McKettrick. Than with that, Scout had gotten hurt, yeah she was okay, but still, it was hard for Ann to know that guy was still out there and she hadn’t gotten anything to put him away yet, it made her feel guilty for just wanting to go home and sleep, mindlessly she noticed the light turn to green and she started driving again. Rubbing her eyes for a moment she only saw it from the corner of her eye, causing her to slam on her breaks, she blinked, making sure she was okay before looking over her shoulder at the body in a slump out on the curb.

Pulling her car over to the curb she got out and ran over to the guy, “Sir, are you okay?” her voice was slightly worried, but still she did her best to stay calm, grabbing the guys wrist to make sure he had a pulse she spoke again, a little louder as she tried to make sure he was alright, “Are you okay?” He stunk of booze and she glanced up noticing the bar doors behind them, she smiled a little rolling her eyes, just a passed out drunk. Still, instead of getting up and just leaving like most might do, Ann kept talking, trying to get him to come around and waiting for him to finally groan or open his eyes, or move at all really, anything. She figured she could use him as his excuse to stay out for a while longer, trying to help him sober up a little, and just making sure that he did not drive, hell she’d even feel bad if he got locked up for a public intoxication.

"words" 421 "tags" connor and the royally royal
"notes" sometimes she is too nice lol

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[CONNOR GREGORY SELWYN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] CONNOR WAS DREAMING ABOUT PONIES. NOT PONIES WITH RAINBOWS ON THEIR ASSES AND SPARKLY EYEBALLS, BUT THE SHORT, FAT FURRY KIND HIS PARENTS HAD TAKEN HIM TO SEE WHEN HE WAS JUST A KID. IT HAD BEEN ONE OF THE FEW TIMES THEIR FAMILY HAD DONE SOMETHING 'NORMAL', OUTSIDE OF THEIR USUAL ROUTINE OF HIS FATHER TEACHING HIM HOW TO SHOOT BULLETS DIRECTLY THROUGH THE CENTER OF THE SHADOW IMAGES OF PEOPLE. WHILE AT THE SMALL, ROADSIDE PETTING ZOO, CONNOR AND HIS BROTHER LENNOX HAD RIDDEN A FAT PONY TOGETHER. IT ALSO INCLUDED SOMETHING ALONG THE LINES OF LENNOX TRYING TO TELL CONNOR HOW TO GUIDE THE PONY, CONNOR GETTING PISSED AT HIM, AND PUNCHING HIM OFF THE PONY'S BACK INTO THE SHIT ALL OVER THE GROUND, BUT IT WAS ALL A GOOD MEMORY. HE'D GOTTEN HIS ASS BEATEN WHEN THEY'D GOTTEN HOME, BUT IT WAS WORTH IT. A SMILE CROSSED THE DRUNKEN MAN'S FACE AS THE BLOND FOUND HIM LAYING IN A PILE OF CONNOR ON THE SIDEWALK. HE MURMURED SOMETHING ABOUT COTTON CANDY AS SHE SHOOK HIM TO TRY TO WAKE HIM. FROWNING CHILDISHLY, HE BATTED AT HER AS HE BEGAN TO AWAKE, CURSING HER IN GIBBERISH FOR INTERRUPTING HIS DREAMS. "GO AWAY..." HE MUTTERED AS SHE SAT HIM UP ON THE CURBSIDE, "...I DON' WANNA GO TO SCHWOOL..." HE WAS TOO DRUNK TO FIGHT HER AS SHE HELPED HIM UP AND LED HIM TO A COFFEE SHOP ACROSS THE STREET. IT WASN'T UNTIL HE WOOZILY WOKE UP IN A BOOTH IN THE COFFEE SHOP THAT HE EVEN VAGUELY REALIZED HE WASN'T IN A BAR. "WHAT THE FU-" SEEING AN OLDER COUPLE SITTING NEARBY, HE SMILED SHEEPISHLY AND PRETENDED TO TIP HIS HAT AT THEM. "..FUDGE." THE COUPLE NODDED AND RAISED THEIR EYEBROWS AS HE TURNED BACK TO HIS BLOND COMPANION. "YOU'RE PRETTY, ELI. I'VE MISSED YOU. BUT YOU KNOW I HATE COFFEE. GIRL, WHATCHU THINKIN?" UNFORTUNATELY, HE WAS STILL TOTALLY WASTED.

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When the guy finally started to come around she tried not to laugh as the fully grown man was complaining about not wanting to go to school. A part of her felt bad when he started fighting her but she knew he was too drunk to actually fight her off. So she just tried to get him onto his feet and slightly steady, “Alright, there we go, now let’s get you off the street.” She contemplated for a moment on dragging him back into the bar, but wound up getting his arm around her shoulders and steadying him with his other arm, helping him to cross the street over to the coffee shop. 

Having sat him down at one of the nearest clean booths right up front she sighed, making sure he wouldn't drunkenly fall over, finally she slid into the seat across from him, glancing down at the menu for a moment until he spoke again, her eyes shot up, raising a brow as she knew he was about to say fuck but due to the older couple had replaced the ending with his f word with fudge. Biting her lip she did her best not to let a laugh slip out. Her eyes had just wandered back down to the small menu before he spoke again, and she just rolled her eyes and she kinda picked up on the picture of what had happened after he complimented her and called her Eli. Clearing her throat and putting on a sympathic smile for him she corrected him, "I'm not Eli, my name is Ann, and you sir are drunk, let me guess trying to drown an ex in booze? Ugh trust me, it gets you no where but a few nights you don't remember a lot of morning where you hate yourself, I just wish someone picked my ass out-" she paused as she realized that the older couple were glaring at her now, instantly she blushed, before quietly carrying on "out of the gutter when I was too drunk to stand." looking up at this drunken mystery man she smirked a little "so cute drunken mystery man, what's your name?" she didn't like to admit it but this guy was rather cute for being drunk, normally unless she was at least drinking herself she never would have admitted any man was even the slightest bit attractive while drunk, yet this guy had definitely gotten her attention.

"words" 408 "tags" connor and the royally royal
"notes" omg drunken Connor <33333

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[CONNOR GREGORY SELWYN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] AS SHE EXPLAINED THAT HE WOULD HATE HIMSELF IN THE MORNING, HE INNOCENTLY TOOK A SWIG OF THE COFFEE, ALMOST SPIT IT BACK OUT ALL OVER THE TABLE, AND THEN GRIMACED AS IT RUSHED DOWN HIS THROAT. "TRUSSSSHT ME," HE SLURRED, POINTING AT HER OR AT LEAST THINKING HE WAS SINCE HE SAW TWO OF HER ACROSS FROM HIM IN THE BOOTH. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA..." HE WALLOWED IN HIS COFFEE, SLUMPING OVER ON THE TABLE AND STRETCHING HIS LIPS UP TO SIP OUT OF THE CUP WITHOUT LIFTING HIS HEAD. PLAYFULLY, HE STUCK HIS TONGUE OVER THE TOP OF THE MUG AND TRIED TO GET IT OUT THAT WAY, BUT WHEN HE FAILED AND MANAGED TO GET MORE OF IT ON HIS FACE THAN IN HIS MOUTH, HE SAT UP AND TOOK ANOTHER DRINK LIKE A NORMAL PERSON. THE OLDER COUPLE DECIDED TO MOVE FINALLY, AND CONNOR WAVED GENIALLY AS THEY LEFT. TURNING BACK TO ANN, HE WHISPERED CONSPIRATORIALLY (WHICH WAS MORE LIKE A NORMAL'S PERSON'S INDOOR VOICE), "I'M GLAD THEY'RE GONE. THEY WERE KINDA STUCK UP." SNIFFING DISMISSIVELY, HE SIPPED HIS COFFEE LIKE A LITTLE KID WITH CHOCOLATE MILK. SHE ASKED HIS NAME, AND NO MATTER HOW DRUNK HE WAS HE WOULD ALWAYS BE COHERENT ENOUGH NOT TO GIVE HIS REAL NAME AWAY TO ANYONE HE DIDN'T TRUST. EVEN IF HE'D FALLEN INTO SHAME AFTER HIS FAILED ALLIANCE WITH THE RUSSIANS, AND THE IRA TAKING OVER THE MOB AND THUS DESTROYING IT, THE NAME SELWYN STILL RANG MANY BELLS AROUND BOSTON. OFFERING HER A DRUNKEN SMILE, HE LEANED OVER ON THE TABLE AND REACHED ACROSS TO TOUCH HER GENTLY UNDER HER CHIN WITH HIS INDEX FINGER, LIFTING HER FACE. "YOU THINK I'M CUTE," HE SAID MORE THAN ASKED. A SMILE CROSSED HIS FACE AS HE REALIZED NO ONE HAD EVER CALLED CONNOR SELWYN 'CUTE' BEFORE IN HIS LIFE. HE DIDN'T EVEN REMEMBER HIS OWN MOTHER EVER USING THE ADJECTIVE, AND IT SET SOMETHING OFF IN HIM. NOT IN A BAD WAY, BUT IN A STRANGE TRANSFORMATIVE KIND OF WAY. HE COULD BE CUTE. HE WAS CONNOR SELWYN, DAMN IT. HE COULD BE ANYTHING HE FUCKING WELL PLEASED. "CONNOR," HE ANSWERED, PULLING HIS HAND BACK AND SIPPING HIS COFFEE WITH A RENEWED VIGOR. HE WAS GETTING AN IDEA, AND THAT WAS NEVER A GOOD THING. "CONNOR GREGORY, AND WHAT MAY I CALL MY SAVING ANGEL?" HE WINKED AT HER, HAVING SOBERED UP ENOUGH TO BEGIN FORMULATING A PLAN. HE'D FAILED AT EVERYTHING IN THE PAST YEAR: TAKING OVER THE RUSSIAN MAFIA (WHICH HAD BEEN HIS ORIGINAL INTENT IN GETTING THE ALLIANCE IN THE FIRST PLACE), KILLING THAT BASTARD POLICE DEPUTY HAYES, AND ELI. HE HAD FAILED WITH HER THE MOST. HE NEEDED A NEW TACTIC. MAYBE 'CUTE' WAS HIS WAY OUT. HE COULD BE A GOOD GUY FOR ONCE. HE'D ALWAYS BEEN A HARD ASS, A SOLDIER, A KILLER. BUT WHAT WAS IT LIKE TO BE A 'GOOD GUY'? HAVING GROWN UP IN THE MAFIA, HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANT EXACTLY, BUT THIS GIRL DIDN'T KNOW HIM. SHE DIDN'T KNOW HOW HE'D BEEN RAISED OR THAT HIS FAMILY HAD FOUNDED THE IRISH MAFIA. SHE WAS A CLEAN SLATE, AND HE COULD TELL HER ANYTHING HE WANTED, ACT HOWEVER HE WANTED, AND BE AS FALSELY GUILELESS AS HE WANTED. SHE WOULD NEVER KNOW ANY BETTER. "I'M GLAD A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN SAVED ME INSTEAD OF SOME BURLY BIKER DUDE," HE COMMENTED JOKINGLY, "I DON'T THINK I WOULD BE AS HAPPY RIGHT NOW IF I WAS SEATED ACROSS FROM A 300 POUND LEATHER-CLAD MAN." HE WINKED AND CHUCKLED AS HE FINISHED THE COFFEE. UNFORTUNATELY, SINCE HE'D GROWN UP IN IRELAND, HIS TOLERANCE FOR ALCOHOL WAS VERY HIGH, AND EVEN WHEN HE WAS SMASHED, IT DIDN'T TAKE VERY MUCH CAFFEINE TO BRING HIM BACK DOWN TO EARTH. HE STILL FELT MILDLY WOOZY AND TIPSY, BUT HE KNEW WHERE HE WAS AND WHO HE WAS AGAIN. AND HE WAS GOING TO CHANGE ALL OF IT.

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She pursed her lips and nodded when he slurred that she had no idea that he'd hate himself come the morning, she watched for a moment as he tried to use his tongue to get some of his coffee up to his mouth and wound up getting more of it on her face, she cracked, letting out a small burst of a  laugh before covering her mouth with her hand and looking away to keep from laughing. As the elders finally got up and moved and Connor said that, she just leaned over the table and whispered "they weren't stuck up, they were old." she giggled sitting back up, amused with him sipping from the coffee like a child. 

When his hand slipped under her chin and he lifted her face she raised a brow, oddly enough finding herself on edge, her mind switching over from calm and happy to skeptive and untrusting. She watched him and as he repeated her statement of him being cute she just raised a brow, "so what if I do?" Call it just the fact that she wasn't too thrilled any time a drunk man touched her but she wanted to pin his arm to the table and tell him not to touch her again, but in a moment he gave up his name, his hand retreating. Connor Gregory. She smiled softly again as he called her an angel and winked, it was probably the fact that her guide was still up slightly but she played it off as the fact that she was simply overreacting, "Ann Ward." for a moment it felt nearly odd for not having put private first class in the front of her name, which she hadn't had to use either way for heck close to five years. Still she shook it off as he joked she chuckled, smiling she joked back "Haha I don't think I would have even helped if you were some big biker dude. Mostly cause I don't think I could have gotten you off the street." she nodded glancing out the window to where he had once laid in a heap, "so you always go drinking like this or was tonight just special? Cause if you really plan to keep this up lets at least agree on a bar so I can pick you up after you've been kicked out." it was a bad Ann joke, mostly cause she was entirely exhausted and her mouth wasn't quite on speaking terms with her brain.

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"notes" sorry me and ann are kinda brain dead tired right now

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[CONNOR GREGORY SELWYN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] "are you trying to say i'm fat?" he joked, exaggeratedly putting his hand on his chest and gasping as if he was offended. he laughed then, finding it easy to put on the 'good' guy air around her. she seemed sweet - especially considering she had picked a perfect stranger off the road and brought him in and bought him coffee - and it was easy to pretend like he was nice around her. she inspired him to put it on thick, so he did. "ann.. is that short for anything in particular?" he asked, curious about her for many reasons. he liked to know everything about people, a habit of years of tracking and killing people as part of his job. he also wondered if he knew her from somewhere, since he had all of the detectives' names memorized, and he kept a close eye on that hayes character in particular. obviously, this wasn't caleb hayes dressed up in drag (since connor doubted caleb would that attractive in a dress and blond wig), but that didn't mean she wasn't a cop. he didn't really know why he was worrying - another habit due to growing up as heir to the irish mob - since he was 'connor gregory' now and had nothing to fear. since he doubted the cops had sketches of him, he didn't worry that she would recognize him without his real last name. he ignored her question about frequent drinking and smiled at her following comment, "so you plan on making this a habit, eh?" he asked partly teasing. with eli out of the picture, and thoroughly despising him, there was really no reason why he couldn't move on. he was connor selwyn after all, whether ann knew that or not. he wasn't the type of guy to mope around over a girl. maybe he could get drunk out of his mind for a week, but moping was out of the question. "because if you are, i approve." he green eyes sparkled as he smiled. "how about tomorrow night? i'll bring my sober self and take a shower, what do you say?" he smiled amusedly as he leaned over on the table and looked at her earnestly. "thank you..." he said, realizing he rarely said the words and that he couldn't actually remember the last time he had. "who knows what would have happened to me out there if you hadn't come along." the truth behind those words was heavier than he had considered when he'd been dancing on the bar top. he had been so drunk he hadn't even noticed ann picking him up and carrying him in to this coffee shop. with the russians and the ira in town, he could have easily been found by an enemy and tortured to death. it wasn't a long shot by any means. the irish mafia may have been disbanded, but there was still a hefty bounty on his head. as long as he and his family survived, there was potential the mafia could come back into existence, and his enemies didn't like that possibility.

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She wasn’t going to give him her full first name, she loathed it, but still she held that sweet smiled and shook her head, “The only thing that’s short for is Private First Class Ann Ward.” She shrugged, it wasn’t like it would be a crime for him to not know her full name was Annice, she had everyone else call her Ann or Annie anyway, and the only people she didn’t get pissed at for calling her Annice were higher ranking marines or her boss, who rarely ever called her that, so she figured it would be fine and she wouldn’t have to go through that annoying stage of having to tell him she didn’t like the name. Sitting across from him for a moment, she really just looked at him, for once in her mind her old lessons running through her head, she was in the middle of a crime war, hell she processed the evidence of it every single day, for all she knew he could have been some criminal. She mentally smacked herself upside the head, finally a cute guy comes into her life, through her inability to not let someone just lay passed out on the street, and here she was in part trying to convince herself that he could have been a criminal. It was a reminder to her that she had been putting too much time into her work, and really needed to get out some more.

She tried not to let her smile grow seeing his smile, but she laughed a little after he asked her if she was planning on making this a habit, with her work schedule she probably couldn’t but it was a nice idea in retrospect, actually having a plan of something to do outside of work besides eat, sleep, and drink, however, after he said he approved, she grinned and sighed happily, well there went the idea of it just being an idea but she nodded at the proposal, “And I will bring my not completely exhausted from work self, and also take a shower.” She laughed a little tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, stupidly enough it was a tell of hers that she wasn’t certain of it, but she was internally screaming at herself for it, a large part of her threatening that if she didn’t at least give the guy a chance she might as well just marry her job. She glanced down at her untouched coffee before her green-grey eyes shot up at him when he said thanks, she smiled, “Hey don’t even mention it, I am glad I got to actually help someone for once.” For a quick moment a flash of Scout coming into her lab all bloodied up came into her mind, than she slowly went through the rarity of realizing that every single one of them down at the station could easily not be coming back one day, they were all in danger, Ann knew even she had her own share of criminals who hated her for the very fact that it was her forensic work that put them behind bars, and more than a handful of them had made death threats, most of them hallow cause she knew they’d never see the light of day again, so they couldn’t possibly do anything to her, but still her friendly heart suddenly ached for her friends at work, she made a mental note that tomorrow she would give everyone at work a hug and tell them how much she’d miss them if anything ever happened to him.

Snapping from her thoughts she grew curious, “So Connor, what do you do?” it was the thoughts of her own job that stirred up the question, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t curious either way, she hardly knew anything about him.

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[CONNOR GREGORY SELWYN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] when ann answered him, including her title, he almost snorted coffee up his nose and instantly wished he was drunker than he was. growing up in a criminal organization made his defenses instantly go up when he was around a cop or anyone who had ever been remotely connected to the 'good side' of the law. in his mind, that also included the military. the next thing that went through his mind was whether or not she knew him, the real him. but that was silly. by the way she was reacting to him, he could tell she hadn't recognize him as 'connor selwyn' or she would've cuffed him the moment she'd found him passed out drunk on the sidewalk. that would've been about as difficult as hogtying a sedated kitten, but she hadn't done it. and that told him she didn't know who he really was. this also posed a completely different scenario. she was a cop, or at least he thought she was. so wasn't this the biggest challenge of all in his 'good boy' attempt? if he could convince a cop that he, connor selwyn, was a good guy, that would be the ultimate achievement. he would know he could do it then. now, it had become a challenge worth taking, even more so than before. he smiled at her mention of a shower and then took another sip from his coffee to get his wits back about him. he had to continue the show, and he needed to focus if he was to do so successfully. "ah, i'm in the import-export business," he replied smoothly, using his stock answer for that type of question. technically, it wasn't a lie (not that he had a problem lying) because he dealt with the european and asian mafias and often 'exported' them from their lives. of course, one had to be creative with the language, but eh, it was good enough for him. plus, the illegal gun trade had to count as import-export if nothing else did. "it's pretty lucrative, even if business has been... lagging lately." he smiled easily, his unease at his dethronement not showing at all in that smile. "how about you? you said 'private'. are you in the military on leave or something?" he offered, getting the topic back on to her. plus, if he could find out how deep in the law she was, the easier it was for him to maneuver around on delicate topics.

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Importing and exporting, it was boring to her, she didn't really care for it at all, in fact just thinking about it began to bore her, and normally she might of shown a little more interest but for now she just took a sip of her coffee, faintly nodding her head when he mentioned that even if business was slow it was still pretty lucrative. Money, that was one reason she couldn't stand businessmen it was all about the money. 

He asked about her work, if she was on leave or something. She never gave up her real job she just didn't it was stupid but she didn't like people knowing she was a forensic nerd. She pursed her lips, shrugging "Discharged. Honorably. A few years ago. I work at buddie of my dad's gym. Not much but enough to have some extra cash. Plus it helps keep me in shape. And besides the guy is kinda like an uncle to me, so I just kinda help him out when he needs it." in all put truth none of what she had said was a lie, she did pick up some hours here and there at a boxing gym and the guy was an old army buddie of her father's and she did consider the man to be part of her family, hell she didn't have a childhood birthday memory that didn't include him. "Other than that I'm kind of a hermit, don't really do much." She gave half of a "eh-what-can-ya-do" shrug and took another sip of her coffee. She wasn't quite sure of what else to say or ask. Her brain was telling her she should just offer to drive him home and get back her home as well so she could sleep but for right now we was simply too damn lazy to get up or offer to take him home. 

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[CONNOR GREGORY SELWYN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] as she answered, he sensed she was lying or at least not telling him the whole truth, but he didn't care. he was lying openly to her, so he wasn't surprised she would do the same. besides, growing up in the irish mafia meant he expected people to lie to him because it was rare for honesty in the crime world. he took the rest of what she said in stride just as he would do with anyone, and he nodded in all of the appropriate places. whether they were being completely honest with one another or not didn't matter to him. his experiment would happen; he would know if he could be a 'good' guy once and for all. he sensed her losing interest, losing consciousness even, and he knew he had to react now. no other woman would do for his experiment, and he had to keep this one interested. smiling as she shrugged, he forgot his coffee and rose, grabbing her hand and tugging her toward the front door. looking back at her over his shoulder, he smiled vibrantly, the alcohol almost completely worn off by now. "come with me, and hurry!" he whispered urgently. just as they reached the door, their waitress realized they were leaving without paying and called after them. "put it on my tab!" connor yelled and dashed out of the door, hopefully with ann still in tow if she didn't think he was completely insane by now. leading her back across the street to a nearby club (one he was still permitted to enter), he offered the bouncer at the front door a fifty dollar bill and was promptly admitted with a small nod. winking at ann, he led her inside and into the flashing lights and dancing people. the room was dark, as all night clubs are dark, and he pulled her close to him, pressing their bodies together as they reached the edge of the dancefloor. they were inches apart now, and he had to admit she was very attractive. those eyes and her blonde hair, the image of beauty. his hands slid down to her hips, and he held her as they swayed, his hands following the rhythm of her hips as they danced. leaning over, he touched her cheek with his own, smiling to himself. he could do this. he could have a normal night out with a normal girl. sure, it had started off... uniquely but that didn't mean it couldn't end like any other 'date' would. "tell me one thing about you that no one else knows," he whispered into her ear, his scruffy cheek rubbing on her smooth skin. they swayed to a slower song now, their hips pressed together and his muscled chest pressed to her curvy shape.

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[annice]

Her eyes followed him when he got up, but when he took her hand and tugged her toward the door, she was second guessing her decision to of helping him. Her eyes glanced back at the table, than at the waitress, but he had already called out, she wasn’t sure how to react right now, and for once instead of following her instinct to pull back away from him and being overly cautious and scared she followed him back across the street, her eyes glancing over at her mustang before looking towards where he was dragging her, her eyes glanced first at the club than the line of people, she was a shred nervous that he’d dragged her over there just to wait in line, and partly uneasy because she simply wasn’t the night club type, she could walk into any bar and not care but she wasn’t a fan of night clubs. Finally she just couldn’t fight away her cautious instincts and she studied the outside of the club for a moment, then met eyes with the bouncer, studying him as well. As she and Connor approached him, something must have clicked into her head because she stood closer to him, a flirtatious smile barely on her lips as she was getting more and more ready to simply twist Connor’s arm behind his back, shove him away from her and run for her car. One could say from the moment she had glanced over at the ‘68 mustang, she had been only studying how far it was from her destination, and how fast she could run in her heels to make sure she got there before him. Her eyes flicked down to the money as it was exchanged, her eyes glancing over to meet the bouncers before turning to Connor as he lead her into the club.

Instantly it was dark and she was nervous, the strobe lights making her have to duck her head and squint just to make sure she got a good focus on where they were going. She had been caught off guard when he pulled her to him, so instead of her having the chance to fight against being brought closer to him, she fell closer, taking a quick inhale of breathe, she looked up at him, something turned in her stomach, it felt so foreign for her to be so close to any man. She studied him for a moment, she’d noted earlier how cute he was, but now she met his eyes and simply found herself smiling, the cute remark being replaced with handsome. Ann oddly enough started to adjust to the situation, it still felt so odd for her to be doing half of the things she had tonight, still he pressed her to him, and she slid her arms around his neck, carefully watching him. His hands slipped lower and she almost froze, she knew her heart had for sure stopped for a moment.

She was just finally starting to actually calm down and enjoy this for a moment when he asked, one thing no one else knew about her. Instantly felt a small pain in her heart, the only real things no one knew about her was while she was deployed. She didn’t tell anyone about it unless she had to. It wasn’t that she was insecure about any of it, she just didn’t like the memories, and anytime it was brought up, she’d have those flashbacks, and in most cases wound up lashing out at others or just completely breaking down. Other than that she always said she had nothing to hide and would openly tell anyone anything about her or her family, no matter what, well she never did admit that she hadn’t dated anyone since her fiancée died, but still that fell into the things you don’t talk about category for her Glancing at him from the corner of her eye, and thought on her feet for a moment, steering her thoughts away from needing to bring up old, dead memories. “I honestly haven’t danced with a guy in over five years.” It was true, she hadn’t, and with that, she hadn’t lied to Connor, but it was still something no one else knew about her. But most of all, it was something that didn’t hurt to bring up.

There are times when after finally saying something out loud, even though you knew it all along, it become true and things can get better. That was Ann, she couldn’t help but smile over the fact that yes, she hadn’t even really been interested in another man since her fiancée, but there she was now, her body pressed to Connor’s not needing to think about the past or really worry about anything, she was partly laughing at herself inwardly, mocking herself for having not just let go of the past years ago. Drawing her head back a little, she met his eyes, “And you Mr. Gregory? What is one thing no one knows about you?” The flirtatious smile she had put on in front of the bouncer seemed to grace itself upon her lips again as she waited for his answer.

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