save your heart || JOHNNY

[bailey elizabeth owens]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] hold me and feel my heart beat This morning couldn't be over soon enough. Bailey was struggling at work simply because she hadn't been able to sleep the night before. The apartment building that she lived in, while nice, was also filled with new families just starting out. And because of that fact alone, they had newborn babies that would cry through the night. The truth was, Bailey could not stand the babies simply because they interrupted her sleep patterns. She felt like a horrible person for saying such things, but it was the truth. It wasn't her baby, so why did she have to stay up all night and listen to the poor thing cry? She had done her duty in taking care of kids when it came to her sisters. She didn't need a repeat of that life. Shaking her head, slightly bitter, she continued wiping off the newest messy table and tucked the rag into her apron, taking the spray bottle of cleaning fluid and putting it back behind the counter. Washing her hands, she was suddenly aware of a new couple coming in and taking a seat. Sighing softly, the young blonde grabbed her order sheets and flipped to a new page, grabbing the pen from behind her ear. Putting a smile on her face, she stepped over the sleeping form that was her chocolate labrador, Phoenix, glad for his company even on this busy day. She was lucky her boss let her bring him here so he wouldn't be holed up in the apartment all day. But if the man wanted her to work as long as he did, he needed to make some sacrifices. If anything the dog attracted more customers, so he didn't complain. As long as he was well behaved, which he was. Glancing down at her dog once more, she regathered herself and approached the table. "Hi there! My name is Bailey, what can I get for you?" Her southern accent caused many people to look her way, but she didn't pay them any mind. She was from a small town, trying to make it in the bustling city of Boston, and she wouldn't let anyone bring her down. Not caring what people thought of her, she scribbled down the order and then ducked back behind the counter, dropping off the sheets to the cook. The cafe had recently started serving breakfast, which helped business as well. They were like a regular Dunkin Donuts. Yes, she knew what that was, even coming from Alabama. Pushing those thoughts from her mind, she started making their drinks, the espresso machine pumping to life. Once she had it all set, she grabbed the cups in her hands, intent on not making them spill. Customers hated it when their cups were sticky with the coffee. She had gotten complaints before. So focused was she on her cups and not spilling them, that she didn't notice the young man standing waiting in line for her to take his order. If she had, she certainly would have side stepped him. However, that wasn't how today was supposed to go, obviously. She crashed into the poor, unsuspecting gentleman and squeaked in surprise and horror as the hot liquid spilled down his front. And since she was so short compared to him, the majority of the liquid sopped the front of his pants. Her face flushed in embarrassment, and without even thinking, she started rubbing at him in a rather inappropriate place, trying to get most of the liquid gone. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. I'm so sorry! I know how to get it out! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't even see you! Oh my goodness, I'm terribly sorry. I really can get this stain out. It won't stain. I can get it out! I promise!" She fumbled over her words, her accent making them come out quick and sharp. It was obvious she felt bad, and it was even more obvious that she didn't realize she was vigorously rubbing his crotch. This day just kept getting better and better. WORDS: HERE . TAGGED: HERE . OUTFIT: HERE

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[JOHNNY MICHELANGELO GIANCOLA]

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 380px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; font-size: 25px; font-family: arial narrow; color: ffffff; background-color: 7A5C68; text-shadow: #000000 0px 2px 2px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; font-style: italic;"]ropes wrapped around your limbs [/style][style=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: 10px; width: 170px; height: 240px; overflow: auto; background-color: ffffff; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial, calibri; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; color: 0c0c0c; line-height: 100%; float: right;"]Honestly, the last place he wanted to be was work. It wasn’t his fault, though. His client had requested an emergency meeting about something dealing with the drugs he had been caught holding. Honestly, he never understood why people who were on probation tried to continue their daily drug deals, but then again, Johnny’s job was simply to defend them. He didn’t question people why they did what they did, and that was the reality of it. It wasn’t up to Johnny to determine who was innocent and guilty; he was simply the person to defend them. Rubbing his face, Johnny made his way to the coffee shop he normally went to before a day of trial. Sometimes, there was an elderly woman name Mary that would see him walking in and immediately get his order started, due to the knowledge that he was always in a rush. Deep down, Johnny prayed she would be working the lines today, but as he pushed the door open, he was greeted with the notion that Mary was not working, but some new girl that would defiantly mess up his order. Taking a deep breath, he accepted this, and deemed to pick an order that was less complicated. Normally, he wasn’t so crabby. He was usually carefree and outgoing, but ever since the death of his sister, he could feel himself refusing to be happy. Why was he allowed to be happy when she could never be happy again? It didn’t work that way, and he felt himself go into a depression. Yet the same client he was defending today was the same client that he got his stash from, and Johnny knew that part of the reason his client called him up to schedule a meeting was to pass along the illegal substances. That was how this man paid, and while Johnny had never been into drugs and becoming a rebel, this was what his life had turned out to become. It was the only way he couldn’t feel anything, and he was the only one that knew about his habits. Marley didn’t, and before Vienna had left, she hadn’t either. His heart pained at the thought of Vienna, but he pushed the pain away. No, pain was unacceptable at a time like this. He gave his order and waited at the end of the line, his receipt in his hand. The number eleven was printed neatly on it, and when the person behind the counter called five, Johnny sighed and glanced at his watch. He had about 45 minutes to get his coffee and bagel, eat and make his way down three blocks before reaching the courthouse. Time, but not necessarily enough to give him a minute to breath. As the number eight was called, Johnny took a step, only to collide with the small blond that had been rushing by with coffee. The hot liquid poured down his pants and he cursed under his breath, taking a step back. The black pants were ruined, and Johnny thanked whatever god was out there that he had another pair of pants in the backseat of his car. Maybe this would become a semi-good day. As his mouth was about to open to tell the blond that everything was alright, she began to raddle and dab the coffee that was directly on his crotch. Johnny felt his face flush as her hand began to press harder on his pants and he gently grabbed her hand. ”It’s alright, Bailey.” he said, his eyes drifting to her nametag before drifting back to her face. ”Although if you continue to rub my pants in that particular area, we may have a problem,” he teased, winking at her.”I do have doubts that you can get this stain out, which is unfortunate. I do have an extra pair of pants in my car though. Lord knows I’m probably one of the clumsiest people on Earth,” Johnny said, giving a small chuckle, hoping that the blond would relax. He cleared his throat before looking around at the crowd that was looking on. ”Nothing to see here, you can all go back to your knitting now,” he said, giving a toothy grin to the crowd. A couple of the onlookers chuckles while others looked positively annoyed. Grinning down, he looked at her. ”I’m Johnny.”

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[bailey elizabeth owens]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] hold me and feel my heart beat Bailey was desperately trying to learn the orders of the regular customers, but the young blonde whirlwind had a lot on her mind at all times. It seemed she was always going at a million miles an hour every minute of every day, and even the coffee shop owner had tried to get her to take breaks every now and again. But the woman who owned the shop was elderly and Bailey couldn't allow her to work as hard as she was. That was why she was hired in the first place. Shirley had loved Bailey's personality, and despite her clumsiness and her want to move rapidly, she appreciated the young southerner's charm. Shirley was certain that was what attracted more and more customers to the old cafe. That and the newly prepared breakfast items. It certainly helped to have a young, pretty face serving though. However, Bailey was sure that Shirley would quickly change her tune if she saw that she had assaulted one of the older woman's favorite customers. Bailey had seen him come into the shop a couple of times now, and she couldn't help be caught up in his good looks. Who could blame the girl? With his dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, he was certainly a sight to behold, and she was just a woman after all. She could not believe that the man she secretly admired from afar like a creep was now the man that she had doused with coffee. Horrified, Bailey kept rubbing her hand over his crotch, still not realizing that she had violated his personal space ten fold. She didn't even notice the laughter and awkwardness of the other customers that had gathered in the smaller place. She continued rubbing, now grabbing the towel out of her pocket to continue her ministrations, until the young man's hand came out to grab hers. It was then that she realized with startling clarity that she had just been rubbing his crotch. Her hands went to her mouth immediately as she tried to cover her surprise and horror. "OhmyGOD." Her words were muffled as she stood there, her tanned skin flushing bright red with embarrassment. Hearing his words, she knew that he was trying to comfort her in such an embarrassing situation, but no comfort could be brought to Bailey at the moment. She had just been rubbing a stranger's crotch! Shirley was going to fire her for sure! This was harassment! Absolutely horrified, it seemed she was stunned into silence, and her wide blue eyes stared down at his area, which didn't look bad at all, considering they were dark in color. However, she realized she was staring at his goods and that caused her to flail all over again, whacking him as she did so. Oh this couldn't be happening. Flailing but keeping herself controlled, she started all over again. "Oh no, oh no. I'm SO sorry. Please...oh for goodness sakes I'm so awful! I'm so sorry! Let me give you money for new pants! I can...I can do something, please!" Her panic was apparent and the patrons around them started to laugh at her awkwardness while others just glared in indignation. How could someone be that awake in the morning? It was then that he announced that he was the clumsiest person on Earth, and she had to give him a dubious look, using her hand to wave around them both in indication that she certainly wasn't much better. "I might have you beat today. Lord, I'm so sorry, seriously. Is there anyway I can make it up to you?" She asked fretfully. She had not only spilled hot coffee on him, but she had basically punched him as well. This could not possibly get any worse. Her other worry was relieved as her working partner delivered the order of new coffees to the table that Bailey was supposed to be serving. "Bay, why don't you take the rest of the day. We can finish here. And give this gentleman his coffee and his bagel. It's right there. Don't spill it on him." Shirley announced with a wink to Johnny. Bailey's face was still red as she looked at Johnny when he introduced himself. Stupidly, she gave her his name, despite the fact that it was displayed on her name tag and he had just said it. "I'm Bailey." It was after she said it that she realized he already knew that. "Oh my lanta. Just ignore me, please." Muttering wildly to herself out of her embarrassment, she walked behind the counter, side stepping the sleeping form of her chocolate labrador, grabbing Johnny's coffee and his bagel, which was securely in a bag. Heading back over to him carefully, she handed him the goods. "On me. It's the least I can do. Uh..now that I've...probably ruined your day, I'll...I'll just be going. It was nice...umm nice meeting you although you probably wouldn't say the same thing." She muttered nervously, her southern accent making her voice a little harder to understand when she spoke so quietly. Whistling to Phoenix, she busied herself grabbing his leash, hoping to dash out of existence when she left here. What a klutz. "I'm really sorry, again. Johnny." Oh she was so stupid sometimes! WORDS: HERE . TAGGED: HERE . OUTFIT: HERE

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[JOHNNY MICHELANGELO GIANCOLA]

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[style=margin-left: 10px; font-size: 10px; font-family: COURIER NEW; color: 4c4c4c; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: CENTER;"]THANKS MICHAELA (ATF, CAUTION AND SHINE)

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