The corners of the bartenders mouth dropped into a frown and he shook his head. He had worked for Connor’s family for a long time. He’d seen head bosses come and go, some just from retirement or others because of being ’ in the wrong place at the wrong time’. This wasn’t a noble family, and Connor always stood like a sore thumb in it…well he supposed he couldn’t blame the kid since…
He shook the thoughts away and came back to the present, looking into the big blue eyes that Amelia was giving him. Nope, he was far too old and far too wise for that trick. He’d had his fair share experience with birds and their pretty tricks, but he definitely didn’t want this pretty little thing getting involved with this family.
” Don’t cha pick up tha’ call when i’ comes. do you ‘ear? You might think ya get into trouble paintin’ yer doodles on tha sides of buildings, bu’ Connor runs with bad company. S’not what a lady like yourself should be caught up in.” He explained simply and continued cleaning his glasses, though now with a vigor that threatened to crack it. ” You ‘ave yerself a nice day, mam.” He said simply, clamming up after that.
In The Sun: “oh… My family?” Connor breathed softly looking down at his hands for a moment.
“well,” he started and gave a bit of a shrug and a cute half crooked smile. It was apparent that he didn’t usually talk much, or about his family. ” I’m an only child, but we’re a big family. I have lots of cousins, we’re a cop family, very English…aaah, very English.” he…
Connor smiled and nodded his head, giving a slight raise of his eyebrows. ” to be completely honest,” he began, leaning in a bit more and lowering his voice. ” I’m actually, a really bad guy. I’m a hit man.” he admitted, actually telling the truth with a straight face. He kept it for a few moments before bursting into giggles and shaking his head. ” actually, yeah, this is a regular day, n-not picking up girl, just wandering about and handing out ASBOs”
Of course Connor wouldn’t leave her with the actual truth, and “hitman” was stretching it. The job his family had pretty much given him was “garbage man”. He was the lowest rank that you could get. Removing crime evidence, doctoring signatures, sending the cops on the wrong scent, thats what he did. He had no idea why either… He tried hard, he worked his ass off for his family, bit he was never promoted. Even his autistic cousin had a better assignment than he did, but he’d keep trying. ” it builds character!” his uncle told him. Yeah, he could accept that, but he thought he had quite enough character by now…he coil be so much more for them. He had an Unnaturally good skill with his hands. He could build anything or fix anything, an engineer like him you’d never fin anywhere else and he’d presented his inventions to his uncle time and time again only to be ignored… Time and time again.
He let out a bit of a sigh at his thoughts and picked at one of the bracelets on his wrist, a collection of braided yarn that his youngest cousins made his for “good luck” or small watches.Noticing the sigh and how Connor seemed to have fallen into unpleasant thoughts, Amelia suddenly leaned in toward him and smiled. She played on his story about being a hit man in hopes of distracting him from whatever funk he’d fallen into. “Well, since you’ve shared such juicy secret with me, I’ll let you in on a couple secrets of my own… I’m not actually from America, and you wouldn’t be the first hit man I’ve met.” The way she said it was dark and mysterious and she smiled conspiratorially - almost predatory - making it difficult to tell if she was actually telling the truth or joking.
Amelia had always been blunt, to the point of tactlessness, but she was a compulsive liar as well. It made for an interesting combination, and those that knew her well could never tell if she was lying when she said odd or dangerous things like this. She wasn’t lying this time. Okay, she had been born in America, but she’d moved to England when she was five. She’d met her first hit man when she was fifteen, and her second hit man when she agreed to work for her boss. She definitely favored the second hit man to the first.
She didn’t like to linger on thoughts of her past, especially on that first hit man, so she distracted herself by letting her attention wander around the bar very briefly, surveying the people there - she’d never been to this bar before and none of the faces were familiar (somehow a reassuring fact) - before focusing back on Connor, eyes bright and smiling.
Connor snapped out of his thoughts when Amelia spoke and smiled a bit, nodding his head. ” So you live dangerously, well, shouldn’t be much of a surprise. it’s not every girl that has ‘vandalism’ as a hobby. Most just go mad for shoes.” He said and raised his eyebrows a bit before chuckled. “Guess you’re going to have to kill me now that you’ve told me all your secrets.” He said, a balled up napkin sailing through the air and hitting him immediately after he said it.
“oi!” he pouted, looking at the bartender who only gave a shrug. before bringing over a pair of pints for them. ” here little lady, you drink up because I sure would if I had ta listen to this ones banter ill named as ‘flirting’” he joked before patting con’s head and waddling away.
“geeze, everyone’s a critic.” Connor pouted and poked at his condensation drink, inching it to the left a bit as he silently pouted at the bartender’s comment. He was really mad, like he said, that guy was a friend of the family. He knew him since he was a little squirt.Laughing, Amelia reached across the table to touch Connor’s hand. “Don’t worry, I thought you were doing well! In my personal opinion.” She smiled. “Maybe not every girl would go for it, but I liked it.” She giggled a bit more before leaned back a little to give Connor a mock offended look. “But honestly, it’s rude to call my hobby ‘vandalism’! That was pure, original art.” She smirked a bit. “You’re right though, the whole vandalism thing does make it a little more fun. Adds a ‘risk factor’.”
She paused to take a sip of her drink, peering amusedly at Connor over the rim of the glass. When she set it back down she had a little foam-mustache, which she didn’t seem to notice. She shrugged. “Shoes are great, but I’m not as much as an enthusiast as most girls. I prefer breaking the law.” She said it with a straight face, pretending to be serious, which was completely ruined by the foam-stache sitting innocently on her upper lip.
Connor stared at her while she spoke, nothing registering because he was too distracted by her foam moustache. When she finished he couldn’t help himself any longer and let out a sort of squeaky giggle, scrunching his face at the same time and showing off his buckteeth. He really was the spitting image of a rabbit.
“alright, colonel sanders” He giggled, putting up a finger in a ” one moment” manner and grabbing a napkin from the napkin holder and leaning over to gently wipe the foam from amelia’s upper lip.Amelia’s eyes went wide, startled for a second, before she realized what had happened and broke into a fit of giggles as well. “Oh, god, sorry! That’s embarrassing.” She paused to laugh. “I don’t usually try to seduce guys with a mustache until the second date.” She joked, finally getting her giggling under control.
Her eyes caught on his smile and her expression softened for a moment before her grin is back, big and wide. “Your smile is so cute!” She straightened up and tucked her hands under her chin, imitating her idea of a bunny-pose. “You’re like a handsome rabbit! Rabbit-man!” She bounced a few times to get her point across, then leaned forward, laughing. Not at him, but at her own ridiculousness. She was clearly honestly enjoying herself, which was nice. She didn’t get enough of this.
Now if only he can handle my craziness, this might really go somewhere.
She thought to herself as she tried to contain her laughter.
Rabbit felt a bit more at ease, he liked Amelia’s personality, it was easy to get on with her. She was just pretty and sweet and overall likable…and she seemed to like him, he was totally never wrong in situations between him and girls. He felt the heat between them…well he was wrong sometimes. or…most of the- well it didn’t matter he wasn’t wrong this time, maybe, probably.
“a rabbit?…I’ve been called chipmunk, beaver, thing…” He said and made a cute face, biting his lower lip and making his buck teeth more prominent. “well you know what they say, i suppose, you shouldn’t follow the white rabbit unless you want to get into trouble.” He said and chuckled.
god, she was perfect…
“Well, considering the circumstances of how we met in the first place, do you really think I’m one to turn away from trouble?” Amelia raised an eyebrow at him coyly before giggling at the cute face he made. “As long as we’re using the wonderland analogy, I should point out that Alice caused quite a bit of trouble herself.” She smiled. “Think we could handle each other?”
That was a rather round about way of hinting that she’d like to do this more than just the once, but she figured it would be clear enough. She was having fun, and she really did like Connor. He was cute, funny, adorably shy, and he obviously liked her back… She smiled, thinking about it. He’s a good catch. A great catch.
“Maybe next time it’ll be a tea party instead.” Rabbit said and smiled reaching over to take Amelia’s hand gently and hold it. He swallowed a bit nervously at his own forwardness. He opened his mouth to say something more, but his cellphone rang out and rabbit closed his eyes, mentally cursing at it. Really? now? they never called him, but now, this one time he was actually out with a girl his family called him?
“sorry, I’ve got to take this.” he mumbled sadly.“Of course.” Amelia smiled and nodded in understanding. She knew what it was like to get important calls at the most inconvenient times. She squeezed his hand lightly before letting go so he could take the call, and then settled back in her seat comfortably to wait.
She took another sip of her drink - making sure not to leave a mustache this time - and looked around the bar once more to watch the people there. She fought a smirk. People-watching was always the best in bars, where nobody really holds back.
Connor listened to the voice on the other side, it was his cousin, asking him to come and speak to their uncle. Apparently they had a big job for him to do and it was incredibly important for him to come at once. He frowned and sighed, agreeing and hanging up. He stared at his phone for a few moments, internally cursing the universe for its horrible timing and looked over at Amelia.
“I’m really sorry,” He breathed, moving to stand and pull out his wallet to pull out the few quid they owed for the drinks. ” I just got called on a job, i’ve got to go, but…maybe, well- could I possibly see you again, sometime?” he asked, smiling nervously and expecting his offer to be shot down.Amelia stood as well, looking a little disappointed that it was over so quickly. But she brightened instantly when he asked if he could see her again. Really, he was too sweet. Of course she wanted to see him again. She almost laughed.. It was like she hadn’t made it obvious. She grabbed a pen from her hand purse and scribbled something on a napkin as she answered, “Of course! I’d love to see you again. This was fun!”
She slipped the napkin into his hand as she leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Thank you. For the good time. And the drinks.” She smiled at him. “And good luck on your job~!”
Rabbit did seem surprised when she seemed to excited to give him her number. This…usually didn’t happen, then again, he usually never got to have an actual date either. All of this was just…not going it’s normal way…but it was good, great even!
Connor smiled, moving in awkwardly for a kiss on the lips when Amelia meant it for the cheek, which caused him to pull back in embarrassment. ” thanks,” he breathed, feeling rather stupid. His phone beeped and he frowned, Jesus they were really hounding him today. Today of all days!
“right, I’ll call you,” he said, holding up the number triumphantly as he took a few steps back, almost tripping over a bar stool and quickly recovering. He waved good bye in embarrassment and stumbled out the door, mentally cursing himself at being so ‘smooth’.
“God bless’m” The bartender said and shook his head as he cleaned a glass. ” I’ve known tha’ boy since he was a wee lil thing. ‘e was more graceful when ‘e was learnin’ ta walk on ‘is wee lil’ baby legs.”Amelia giggled at all of Connor’s adorable clumsiness and waved back until he was out of sight, then turned cheerily to the bartender. She giggled a bit more in her reply, “Oh, I dunno. I think it’s sort of endearing. Cute.” She smiled.
“Of course, it must be a little bad for his job, huh?” She tried to picture Connor chasing some law breaker down the street and tripping up somehow, and laughed again. She half-regretted not running from the scene earlier, when she was painting the wall, just to see what would have unfolded. But then she might not have gotten the opportunity to have such a fun time with him.
” It’s only with women.” The bartender explained and shrugged, ” grew up in an ‘ouse full of men, save fer ‘is mum and ‘is aunts.” He added and went back to his glasses.
“ya know, If I were ya, I’d best leave ‘im alone.” the bartender said softly, ” ‘e’s a good kid, bu’ ‘e’s always gettin’ inta messes, I suggest ya not pick up when ‘e calls ya. cos ‘e will call ya.”
In The Sun: “oh… My family?” Connor breathed softly looking down at his hands for a moment.
“well,” he started and gave a bit of a shrug and a cute half crooked smile. It was apparent that he didn’t usually talk much, or about his family. ” I’m an only child, but we’re a big family. I have lots of cousins, we’re a cop family, very English…aaah, very English.” he…
Connor smiled and nodded his head, giving a slight raise of his eyebrows. ” to be completely honest,” he began, leaning in a bit more and lowering his voice. ” I’m actually, a really bad guy. I’m a hit man.” he admitted, actually telling the truth with a straight face. He kept it for a few moments before bursting into giggles and shaking his head. ” actually, yeah, this is a regular day, n-not picking up girl, just wandering about and handing out ASBOs”
Of course Connor wouldn’t leave her with the actual truth, and “hitman” was stretching it. The job his family had pretty much given him was “garbage man”. He was the lowest rank that you could get. Removing crime evidence, doctoring signatures, sending the cops on the wrong scent, thats what he did. He had no idea why either… He tried hard, he worked his ass off for his family, bit he was never promoted. Even his autistic cousin had a better assignment than he did, but he’d keep trying. ” it builds character!” his uncle told him. Yeah, he could accept that, but he thought he had quite enough character by now…he coil be so much more for them. He had an Unnaturally good skill with his hands. He could build anything or fix anything, an engineer like him you’d never fin anywhere else and he’d presented his inventions to his uncle time and time again only to be ignored… Time and time again.
He let out a bit of a sigh at his thoughts and picked at one of the bracelets on his wrist, a collection of braided yarn that his youngest cousins made his for “good luck” or small watches.Noticing the sigh and how Connor seemed to have fallen into unpleasant thoughts, Amelia suddenly leaned in toward him and smiled. She played on his story about being a hit man in hopes of distracting him from whatever funk he’d fallen into. “Well, since you’ve shared such juicy secret with me, I’ll let you in on a couple secrets of my own… I’m not actually from America, and you wouldn’t be the first hit man I’ve met.” The way she said it was dark and mysterious and she smiled conspiratorially - almost predatory - making it difficult to tell if she was actually telling the truth or joking.
Amelia had always been blunt, to the point of tactlessness, but she was a compulsive liar as well. It made for an interesting combination, and those that knew her well could never tell if she was lying when she said odd or dangerous things like this. She wasn’t lying this time. Okay, she had been born in America, but she’d moved to England when she was five. She’d met her first hit man when she was fifteen, and her second hit man when she agreed to work for her boss. She definitely favored the second hit man to the first.
She didn’t like to linger on thoughts of her past, especially on that first hit man, so she distracted herself by letting her attention wander around the bar very briefly, surveying the people there - she’d never been to this bar before and none of the faces were familiar (somehow a reassuring fact) - before focusing back on Connor, eyes bright and smiling.
Connor snapped out of his thoughts when Amelia spoke and smiled a bit, nodding his head. ” So you live dangerously, well, shouldn’t be much of a surprise. it’s not every girl that has ‘vandalism’ as a hobby. Most just go mad for shoes.” He said and raised his eyebrows a bit before chuckled. “Guess you’re going to have to kill me now that you’ve told me all your secrets.” He said, a balled up napkin sailing through the air and hitting him immediately after he said it.
“oi!” he pouted, looking at the bartender who only gave a shrug. before bringing over a pair of pints for them. ” here little lady, you drink up because I sure would if I had ta listen to this ones banter ill named as ‘flirting’” he joked before patting con’s head and waddling away.
“geeze, everyone’s a critic.” Connor pouted and poked at his condensation drink, inching it to the left a bit as he silently pouted at the bartender’s comment. He was really mad, like he said, that guy was a friend of the family. He knew him since he was a little squirt.Laughing, Amelia reached across the table to touch Connor’s hand. “Don’t worry, I thought you were doing well! In my personal opinion.” She smiled. “Maybe not every girl would go for it, but I liked it.” She giggled a bit more before leaned back a little to give Connor a mock offended look. “But honestly, it’s rude to call my hobby ‘vandalism’! That was pure, original art.” She smirked a bit. “You’re right though, the whole vandalism thing does make it a little more fun. Adds a ‘risk factor’.”
She paused to take a sip of her drink, peering amusedly at Connor over the rim of the glass. When she set it back down she had a little foam-mustache, which she didn’t seem to notice. She shrugged. “Shoes are great, but I’m not as much as an enthusiast as most girls. I prefer breaking the law.” She said it with a straight face, pretending to be serious, which was completely ruined by the foam-stache sitting innocently on her upper lip.
Connor stared at her while she spoke, nothing registering because he was too distracted by her foam moustache. When she finished he couldn’t help himself any longer and let out a sort of squeaky giggle, scrunching his face at the same time and showing off his buckteeth. He really was the spitting image of a rabbit.
“alright, colonel sanders” He giggled, putting up a finger in a ” one moment” manner and grabbing a napkin from the napkin holder and leaning over to gently wipe the foam from amelia’s upper lip.Amelia’s eyes went wide, startled for a second, before she realized what had happened and broke into a fit of giggles as well. “Oh, god, sorry! That’s embarrassing.” She paused to laugh. “I don’t usually try to seduce guys with a mustache until the second date.” She joked, finally getting her giggling under control.
Her eyes caught on his smile and her expression softened for a moment before her grin is back, big and wide. “Your smile is so cute!” She straightened up and tucked her hands under her chin, imitating her idea of a bunny-pose. “You’re like a handsome rabbit! Rabbit-man!” She bounced a few times to get her point across, then leaned forward, laughing. Not at him, but at her own ridiculousness. She was clearly honestly enjoying herself, which was nice. She didn’t get enough of this.
Now if only he can handle my craziness, this might really go somewhere.
She thought to herself as she tried to contain her laughter.
Rabbit felt a bit more at ease, he liked Amelia’s personality, it was easy to get on with her. She was just pretty and sweet and overall likable…and she seemed to like him, he was totally never wrong in situations between him and girls. He felt the heat between them…well he was wrong sometimes. or…most of the- well it didn’t matter he wasn’t wrong this time, maybe, probably.
“a rabbit?…I’ve been called chipmunk, beaver, thing…” He said and made a cute face, biting his lower lip and making his buck teeth more prominent. “well you know what they say, i suppose, you shouldn’t follow the white rabbit unless you want to get into trouble.” He said and chuckled.
god, she was perfect…
“Well, considering the circumstances of how we met in the first place, do you really think I’m one to turn away from trouble?” Amelia raised an eyebrow at him coyly before giggling at the cute face he made. “As long as we’re using the wonderland analogy, I should point out that Alice caused quite a bit of trouble herself.” She smiled. “Think we could handle each other?”
That was a rather round about way of hinting that she’d like to do this more than just the once, but she figured it would be clear enough. She was having fun, and she really did like Connor. He was cute, funny, adorably shy, and he obviously liked her back… She smiled, thinking about it. He’s a good catch. A great catch.
“Maybe next time it’ll be a tea party instead.” Rabbit said and smiled reaching over to take Amelia’s hand gently and hold it. He swallowed a bit nervously at his own forwardness. He opened his mouth to say something more, but his cellphone rang out and rabbit closed his eyes, mentally cursing at it. Really? now? they never called him, but now, this one time he was actually out with a girl his family called him?
“sorry, I’ve got to take this.” he mumbled sadly.“Of course.” Amelia smiled and nodded in understanding. She knew what it was like to get important calls at the most inconvenient times. She squeezed his hand lightly before letting go so he could take the call, and then settled back in her seat comfortably to wait.
She took another sip of her drink - making sure not to leave a mustache this time - and looked around the bar once more to watch the people there. She fought a smirk. People-watching was always the best in bars, where nobody really holds back.
Connor listened to the voice on the other side, it was his cousin, asking him to come and speak to their uncle. Apparently they had a big job for him to do and it was incredibly important for him to come at once. He frowned and sighed, agreeing and hanging up. He stared at his phone for a few moments, internally cursing the universe for its horrible timing and looked over at Amelia.
“I’m really sorry,” He breathed, moving to stand and pull out his wallet to pull out the few quid they owed for the drinks. ” I just got called on a job, i’ve got to go, but…maybe, well- could I possibly see you again, sometime?” he asked, smiling nervously and expecting his offer to be shot down.Amelia stood as well, looking a little disappointed that it was over so quickly. But she brightened instantly when he asked if he could see her again. Really, he was too sweet. Of course she wanted to see him again. She almost laughed.. It was like she hadn’t made it obvious. She grabbed a pen from her hand purse and scribbled something on a napkin as she answered, “Of course! I’d love to see you again. This was fun!”
She slipped the napkin into his hand as she leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Thank you. For the good time. And the drinks.” She smiled at him. “And good luck on your job~!”
Rabbit did seem surprised when she seemed to excited to give him her number. This…usually didn’t happen, then again, he usually never got to have an actual date either. All of this was just…not going it’s normal way…but it was good, great even!
Connor smiled, moving in awkwardly for a kiss on the lips when Amelia meant it for the cheek, which caused him to pull back in embarrassment. ” thanks,” he breathed, feeling rather stupid. His phone beeped and he frowned, Jesus they were really hounding him today. Today of all days!
“right, I’ll call you,” he said, holding up the number triumphantly as he took a few steps back, almost tripping over a bar stool and quickly recovering. He waved good bye in embarrassment and stumbled out the door, mentally cursing himself at being so ‘smooth’.
“God bless’m” The bartender said and shook his head as he cleaned a glass. ” I’ve known tha’ boy since he was a wee lil thing. ‘e was more graceful when ‘e was learnin’ ta walk on ‘is wee lil’ baby legs.”
In The Sun: “oh… My family?” Connor breathed softly looking down at his hands for a moment.
“well,” he started and gave a bit of a shrug and a cute half crooked smile. It was apparent that he didn’t usually talk much, or about his family. ” I’m an only child, but we’re a big family. I have lots of cousins, we’re a cop family, very English…aaah, very English.” he…
Connor smiled and nodded his head, giving a slight raise of his eyebrows. ” to be completely honest,” he began, leaning in a bit more and lowering his voice. ” I’m actually, a really bad guy. I’m a hit man.” he admitted, actually telling the truth with a straight face. He kept it for a few moments before bursting into giggles and shaking his head. ” actually, yeah, this is a regular day, n-not picking up girl, just wandering about and handing out ASBOs”
Of course Connor wouldn’t leave her with the actual truth, and “hitman” was stretching it. The job his family had pretty much given him was “garbage man”. He was the lowest rank that you could get. Removing crime evidence, doctoring signatures, sending the cops on the wrong scent, thats what he did. He had no idea why either… He tried hard, he worked his ass off for his family, bit he was never promoted. Even his autistic cousin had a better assignment than he did, but he’d keep trying. ” it builds character!” his uncle told him. Yeah, he could accept that, but he thought he had quite enough character by now…he coil be so much more for them. He had an Unnaturally good skill with his hands. He could build anything or fix anything, an engineer like him you’d never fin anywhere else and he’d presented his inventions to his uncle time and time again only to be ignored… Time and time again.
He let out a bit of a sigh at his thoughts and picked at one of the bracelets on his wrist, a collection of braided yarn that his youngest cousins made his for “good luck” or small watches.Noticing the sigh and how Connor seemed to have fallen into unpleasant thoughts, Amelia suddenly leaned in toward him and smiled. She played on his story about being a hit man in hopes of distracting him from whatever funk he’d fallen into. “Well, since you’ve shared such juicy secret with me, I’ll let you in on a couple secrets of my own… I’m not actually from America, and you wouldn’t be the first hit man I’ve met.” The way she said it was dark and mysterious and she smiled conspiratorially - almost predatory - making it difficult to tell if she was actually telling the truth or joking.
Amelia had always been blunt, to the point of tactlessness, but she was a compulsive liar as well. It made for an interesting combination, and those that knew her well could never tell if she was lying when she said odd or dangerous things like this. She wasn’t lying this time. Okay, she had been born in America, but she’d moved to England when she was five. She’d met her first hit man when she was fifteen, and her second hit man when she agreed to work for her boss. She definitely favored the second hit man to the first.
She didn’t like to linger on thoughts of her past, especially on that first hit man, so she distracted herself by letting her attention wander around the bar very briefly, surveying the people there - she’d never been to this bar before and none of the faces were familiar (somehow a reassuring fact) - before focusing back on Connor, eyes bright and smiling.
Connor snapped out of his thoughts when Amelia spoke and smiled a bit, nodding his head. ” So you live dangerously, well, shouldn’t be much of a surprise. it’s not every girl that has ‘vandalism’ as a hobby. Most just go mad for shoes.” He said and raised his eyebrows a bit before chuckled. “Guess you’re going to have to kill me now that you’ve told me all your secrets.” He said, a balled up napkin sailing through the air and hitting him immediately after he said it.
“oi!” he pouted, looking at the bartender who only gave a shrug. before bringing over a pair of pints for them. ” here little lady, you drink up because I sure would if I had ta listen to this ones banter ill named as ‘flirting’” he joked before patting con’s head and waddling away.
“geeze, everyone’s a critic.” Connor pouted and poked at his condensation drink, inching it to the left a bit as he silently pouted at the bartender’s comment. He was really mad, like he said, that guy was a friend of the family. He knew him since he was a little squirt.Laughing, Amelia reached across the table to touch Connor’s hand. “Don’t worry, I thought you were doing well! In my personal opinion.” She smiled. “Maybe not every girl would go for it, but I liked it.” She giggled a bit more before leaned back a little to give Connor a mock offended look. “But honestly, it’s rude to call my hobby ‘vandalism’! That was pure, original art.” She smirked a bit. “You’re right though, the whole vandalism thing does make it a little more fun. Adds a ‘risk factor’.”
She paused to take a sip of her drink, peering amusedly at Connor over the rim of the glass. When she set it back down she had a little foam-mustache, which she didn’t seem to notice. She shrugged. “Shoes are great, but I’m not as much as an enthusiast as most girls. I prefer breaking the law.” She said it with a straight face, pretending to be serious, which was completely ruined by the foam-stache sitting innocently on her upper lip.
Connor stared at her while she spoke, nothing registering because he was too distracted by her foam moustache. When she finished he couldn’t help himself any longer and let out a sort of squeaky giggle, scrunching his face at the same time and showing off his buckteeth. He really was the spitting image of a rabbit.
“alright, colonel sanders” He giggled, putting up a finger in a ” one moment” manner and grabbing a napkin from the napkin holder and leaning over to gently wipe the foam from amelia’s upper lip.Amelia’s eyes went wide, startled for a second, before she realized what had happened and broke into a fit of giggles as well. “Oh, god, sorry! That’s embarrassing.” She paused to laugh. “I don’t usually try to seduce guys with a mustache until the second date.” She joked, finally getting her giggling under control.
Her eyes caught on his smile and her expression softened for a moment before her grin is back, big and wide. “Your smile is so cute!” She straightened up and tucked her hands under her chin, imitating her idea of a bunny-pose. “You’re like a handsome rabbit! Rabbit-man!” She bounced a few times to get her point across, then leaned forward, laughing. Not at him, but at her own ridiculousness. She was clearly honestly enjoying herself, which was nice. She didn’t get enough of this.
Now if only he can handle my craziness, this might really go somewhere.
She thought to herself as she tried to contain her laughter.
Rabbit felt a bit more at ease, he liked Amelia’s personality, it was easy to get on with her. She was just pretty and sweet and overall likable…and she seemed to like him, he was totally never wrong in situations between him and girls. He felt the heat between them…well he was wrong sometimes. or…most of the- well it didn’t matter he wasn’t wrong this time, maybe, probably.
“a rabbit?…I’ve been called chipmunk, beaver, thing…” He said and made a cute face, biting his lower lip and making his buck teeth more prominent. “well you know what they say, i suppose, you shouldn’t follow the white rabbit unless you want to get into trouble.” He said and chuckled.
god, she was perfect…
“Well, considering the circumstances of how we met in the first place, do you really think I’m one to turn away from trouble?” Amelia raised an eyebrow at him coyly before giggling at the cute face he made. “As long as we’re using the wonderland analogy, I should point out that Alice caused quite a bit of trouble herself.” She smiled. “Think we could handle each other?”
That was a rather round about way of hinting that she’d like to do this more than just the once, but she figured it would be clear enough. She was having fun, and she really did like Connor. He was cute, funny, adorably shy, and he obviously liked her back… She smiled, thinking about it. He’s a good catch. A great catch.
“Maybe next time it’ll be a tea party instead.” Rabbit said and smiled reaching over to take Amelia’s hand gently and hold it. He swallowed a bit nervously at his own forwardness. He opened his mouth to say something more, but his cellphone rang out and rabbit closed his eyes, mentally cursing at it. Really? now? they never called him, but now, this one time he was actually out with a girl his family called him?
“sorry, I’ve got to take this.” he mumbled sadly.“Of course.” Amelia smiled and nodded in understanding. She knew what it was like to get important calls at the most inconvenient times. She squeezed his hand lightly before letting go so he could take the call, and then settled back in her seat comfortably to wait.
She took another sip of her drink - making sure not to leave a mustache this time - and looked around the bar once more to watch the people there. She fought a smirk. People-watching was always the best in bars, where nobody really holds back.
Connor listened to the voice on the other side, it was his cousin, asking him to come and speak to their uncle. Apparently they had a big job for him to do and it was incredibly important for him to come at once. He frowned and sighed, agreeing and hanging up. He stared at his phone for a few moments, internally cursing the universe for its horrible timing and looked over at Amelia.
“I’m really sorry,” He breathed, moving to stand and pull out his wallet to pull out the few quid they owed for the drinks. ” I just got called on a job, i’ve got to go, but…maybe, well- could I possibly see you again, sometime?” he asked, smiling nervously and expecting his offer to be shot down.
In The Sun: “oh… My family?” Connor breathed softly looking down at his hands for a moment.
“well,” he started and gave a bit of a shrug and a cute half crooked smile. It was apparent that he didn’t usually talk much, or about his family. ” I’m an only child, but we’re a big family. I have lots of cousins, we’re a cop family, very English…aaah, very English.” he…
Connor smiled and nodded his head, giving a slight raise of his eyebrows. ” to be completely honest,” he began, leaning in a bit more and lowering his voice. ” I’m actually, a really bad guy. I’m a hit man.” he admitted, actually telling the truth with a straight face. He kept it for a few moments before bursting into giggles and shaking his head. ” actually, yeah, this is a regular day, n-not picking up girl, just wandering about and handing out ASBOs”
Of course Connor wouldn’t leave her with the actual truth, and “hitman” was stretching it. The job his family had pretty much given him was “garbage man”. He was the lowest rank that you could get. Removing crime evidence, doctoring signatures, sending the cops on the wrong scent, thats what he did. He had no idea why either… He tried hard, he worked his ass off for his family, bit he was never promoted. Even his autistic cousin had a better assignment than he did, but he’d keep trying. ” it builds character!” his uncle told him. Yeah, he could accept that, but he thought he had quite enough character by now…he coil be so much more for them. He had an Unnaturally good skill with his hands. He could build anything or fix anything, an engineer like him you’d never fin anywhere else and he’d presented his inventions to his uncle time and time again only to be ignored… Time and time again.
He let out a bit of a sigh at his thoughts and picked at one of the bracelets on his wrist, a collection of braided yarn that his youngest cousins made his for “good luck” or small watches.Noticing the sigh and how Connor seemed to have fallen into unpleasant thoughts, Amelia suddenly leaned in toward him and smiled. She played on his story about being a hit man in hopes of distracting him from whatever funk he’d fallen into. “Well, since you’ve shared such juicy secret with me, I’ll let you in on a couple secrets of my own… I’m not actually from America, and you wouldn’t be the first hit man I’ve met.” The way she said it was dark and mysterious and she smiled conspiratorially - almost predatory - making it difficult to tell if she was actually telling the truth or joking.
Amelia had always been blunt, to the point of tactlessness, but she was a compulsive liar as well. It made for an interesting combination, and those that knew her well could never tell if she was lying when she said odd or dangerous things like this. She wasn’t lying this time. Okay, she had been born in America, but she’d moved to England when she was five. She’d met her first hit man when she was fifteen, and her second hit man when she agreed to work for her boss. She definitely favored the second hit man to the first.
She didn’t like to linger on thoughts of her past, especially on that first hit man, so she distracted herself by letting her attention wander around the bar very briefly, surveying the people there - she’d never been to this bar before and none of the faces were familiar (somehow a reassuring fact) - before focusing back on Connor, eyes bright and smiling.
Connor snapped out of his thoughts when Amelia spoke and smiled a bit, nodding his head. ” So you live dangerously, well, shouldn’t be much of a surprise. it’s not every girl that has ‘vandalism’ as a hobby. Most just go mad for shoes.” He said and raised his eyebrows a bit before chuckled. “Guess you’re going to have to kill me now that you’ve told me all your secrets.” He said, a balled up napkin sailing through the air and hitting him immediately after he said it.
“oi!” he pouted, looking at the bartender who only gave a shrug. before bringing over a pair of pints for them. ” here little lady, you drink up because I sure would if I had ta listen to this ones banter ill named as ‘flirting’” he joked before patting con’s head and waddling away.
“geeze, everyone’s a critic.” Connor pouted and poked at his condensation drink, inching it to the left a bit as he silently pouted at the bartender’s comment. He was really mad, like he said, that guy was a friend of the family. He knew him since he was a little squirt.Laughing, Amelia reached across the table to touch Connor’s hand. “Don’t worry, I thought you were doing well! In my personal opinion.” She smiled. “Maybe not every girl would go for it, but I liked it.” She giggled a bit more before leaned back a little to give Connor a mock offended look. “But honestly, it’s rude to call my hobby ‘vandalism’! That was pure, original art.” She smirked a bit. “You’re right though, the whole vandalism thing does make it a little more fun. Adds a ‘risk factor’.”
She paused to take a sip of her drink, peering amusedly at Connor over the rim of the glass. When she set it back down she had a little foam-mustache, which she didn’t seem to notice. She shrugged. “Shoes are great, but I’m not as much as an enthusiast as most girls. I prefer breaking the law.” She said it with a straight face, pretending to be serious, which was completely ruined by the foam-stache sitting innocently on her upper lip.
Connor stared at her while she spoke, nothing registering because he was too distracted by her foam moustache. When she finished he couldn’t help himself any longer and let out a sort of squeaky giggle, scrunching his face at the same time and showing off his buckteeth. He really was the spitting image of a rabbit.
“alright, colonel sanders” He giggled, putting up a finger in a ” one moment” manner and grabbing a napkin from the napkin holder and leaning over to gently wipe the foam from amelia’s upper lip.Amelia’s eyes went wide, startled for a second, before she realized what had happened and broke into a fit of giggles as well. “Oh, god, sorry! That’s embarrassing.” She paused to laugh. “I don’t usually try to seduce guys with a mustache until the second date.” She joked, finally getting her giggling under control.
Her eyes caught on his smile and her expression softened for a moment before her grin is back, big and wide. “Your smile is so cute!” She straightened up and tucked her hands under her chin, imitating her idea of a bunny-pose. “You’re like a handsome rabbit! Rabbit-man!” She bounced a few times to get her point across, then leaned forward, laughing. Not at him, but at her own ridiculousness. She was clearly honestly enjoying herself, which was nice. She didn’t get enough of this.
Now if only he can handle my craziness, this might really go somewhere.
She thought to herself as she tried to contain her laughter.
Rabbit felt a bit more at ease, he liked Amelia’s personality, it was easy to get on with her. She was just pretty and sweet and overall likable…and she seemed to like him, he was totally never wrong in situations between him and girls. He felt the heat between them…well he was wrong sometimes. or…most of the- well it didn’t matter he wasn’t wrong this time, maybe, probably.
“a rabbit?…I’ve been called chipmunk, beaver, thing…” He said and made a cute face, biting his lower lip and making his buck teeth more prominent. “well you know what they say, i suppose, you shouldn’t follow the white rabbit unless you want to get into trouble.” He said and chuckled.
god, she was perfect…
“Well, considering the circumstances of how we met in the first place, do you really think I’m one to turn away from trouble?” Amelia raised an eyebrow at him coyly before giggling at the cute face he made. “As long as we’re using the wonderland analogy, I should point out that Alice caused quite a bit of trouble herself.” She smiled. “Think we could handle each other?”
That was a rather round about way of hinting that she’d like to do this more than just the once, but she figured it would be clear enough. She was having fun, and she really did like Connor. He was cute, funny, adorably shy, and he obviously liked her back… She smiled, thinking about it. He’s a good catch. A great catch.
“Maybe next time it’ll be a tea party instead.” Rabbit said and smiled reaching over to take Amelia’s hand gently and hold it. He swallowed a bit nervously at his own forwardness. He opened his mouth to say something more, but his cellphone rang out and rabbit closed his eyes, mentally cursing at it. Really? now? they never called him, but now, this one time he was actually out with a girl his family called him?
“sorry, I’ve got to take this.” he mumbled sadly.
In The Sun: “oh… My family?” Connor breathed softly looking down at his hands for a moment.
“well,” he started and gave a bit of a shrug and a cute half crooked smile. It was apparent that he didn’t usually talk much, or about his family. ” I’m an only child, but we’re a big family. I have lots of cousins, we’re a cop family, very English…aaah, very English.” he…
Connor smiled and nodded his head, giving a slight raise of his eyebrows. ” to be completely honest,” he began, leaning in a bit more and lowering his voice. ” I’m actually, a really bad guy. I’m a hit man.” he admitted, actually telling the truth with a straight face. He kept it for a few moments before bursting into giggles and shaking his head. ” actually, yeah, this is a regular day, n-not picking up girl, just wandering about and handing out ASBOs”
Of course Connor wouldn’t leave her with the actual truth, and “hitman” was stretching it. The job his family had pretty much given him was “garbage man”. He was the lowest rank that you could get. Removing crime evidence, doctoring signatures, sending the cops on the wrong scent, thats what he did. He had no idea why either… He tried hard, he worked his ass off for his family, bit he was never promoted. Even his autistic cousin had a better assignment than he did, but he’d keep trying. ” it builds character!” his uncle told him. Yeah, he could accept that, but he thought he had quite enough character by now…he coil be so much more for them. He had an Unnaturally good skill with his hands. He could build anything or fix anything, an engineer like him you’d never fin anywhere else and he’d presented his inventions to his uncle time and time again only to be ignored… Time and time again.
He let out a bit of a sigh at his thoughts and picked at one of the bracelets on his wrist, a collection of braided yarn that his youngest cousins made his for “good luck” or small watches.Noticing the sigh and how Connor seemed to have fallen into unpleasant thoughts, Amelia suddenly leaned in toward him and smiled. She played on his story about being a hit man in hopes of distracting him from whatever funk he’d fallen into. “Well, since you’ve shared such juicy secret with me, I’ll let you in on a couple secrets of my own… I’m not actually from America, and you wouldn’t be the first hit man I’ve met.” The way she said it was dark and mysterious and she smiled conspiratorially - almost predatory - making it difficult to tell if she was actually telling the truth or joking.
Amelia had always been blunt, to the point of tactlessness, but she was a compulsive liar as well. It made for an interesting combination, and those that knew her well could never tell if she was lying when she said odd or dangerous things like this. She wasn’t lying this time. Okay, she had been born in America, but she’d moved to England when she was five. She’d met her first hit man when she was fifteen, and her second hit man when she agreed to work for her boss. She definitely favored the second hit man to the first.
She didn’t like to linger on thoughts of her past, especially on that first hit man, so she distracted herself by letting her attention wander around the bar very briefly, surveying the people there - she’d never been to this bar before and none of the faces were familiar (somehow a reassuring fact) - before focusing back on Connor, eyes bright and smiling.
Connor snapped out of his thoughts when Amelia spoke and smiled a bit, nodding his head. ” So you live dangerously, well, shouldn’t be much of a surprise. it’s not every girl that has ‘vandalism’ as a hobby. Most just go mad for shoes.” He said and raised his eyebrows a bit before chuckled. “Guess you’re going to have to kill me now that you’ve told me all your secrets.” He said, a balled up napkin sailing through the air and hitting him immediately after he said it.
“oi!” he pouted, looking at the bartender who only gave a shrug. before bringing over a pair of pints for them. ” here little lady, you drink up because I sure would if I had ta listen to this ones banter ill named as ‘flirting’” he joked before patting con’s head and waddling away.
“geeze, everyone’s a critic.” Connor pouted and poked at his condensation drink, inching it to the left a bit as he silently pouted at the bartender’s comment. He was really mad, like he said, that guy was a friend of the family. He knew him since he was a little squirt.Laughing, Amelia reached across the table to touch Connor’s hand. “Don’t worry, I thought you were doing well! In my personal opinion.” She smiled. “Maybe not every girl would go for it, but I liked it.” She giggled a bit more before leaned back a little to give Connor a mock offended look. “But honestly, it’s rude to call my hobby ‘vandalism’! That was pure, original art.” She smirked a bit. “You’re right though, the whole vandalism thing does make it a little more fun. Adds a ‘risk factor’.”
She paused to take a sip of her drink, peering amusedly at Connor over the rim of the glass. When she set it back down she had a little foam-mustache, which she didn’t seem to notice. She shrugged. “Shoes are great, but I’m not as much as an enthusiast as most girls. I prefer breaking the law.” She said it with a straight face, pretending to be serious, which was completely ruined by the foam-stache sitting innocently on her upper lip.
Connor stared at her while she spoke, nothing registering because he was too distracted by her foam moustache. When she finished he couldn’t help himself any longer and let out a sort of squeaky giggle, scrunching his face at the same time and showing off his buckteeth. He really was the spitting image of a rabbit.
“alright, colonel sanders” He giggled, putting up a finger in a ” one moment” manner and grabbing a napkin from the napkin holder and leaning over to gently wipe the foam from amelia’s upper lip.Amelia’s eyes went wide, startled for a second, before she realized what had happened and broke into a fit of giggles as well. “Oh, god, sorry! That’s embarrassing.” She paused to laugh. “I don’t usually try to seduce guys with a mustache until the second date.” She joked, finally getting her giggling under control.
Her eyes caught on his smile and her expression softened for a moment before her grin is back, big and wide. “Your smile is so cute!” She straightened up and tucked her hands under her chin, imitating her idea of a bunny-pose. “You’re like a handsome rabbit! Rabbit-man!” She bounced a few times to get her point across, then leaned forward, laughing. Not at him, but at her own ridiculousness. She was clearly honestly enjoying herself, which was nice. She didn’t get enough of this.
Now if only he can handle my craziness, this might really go somewhere.
She thought to herself as she tried to contain her laughter.
Rabbit felt a bit more at ease, he liked Amelia’s personality, it was easy to get on with her. She was just pretty and sweet and overall likable…and she seemed to like him, he was totally never wrong in situations between him and girls. He felt the heat between them…well he was wrong sometimes. or…most of the- well it didn’t matter he wasn’t wrong this time, maybe, probably.
“a rabbit?…I’ve been called chipmunk, beaver, thing…” He said and made a cute face, biting his lower lip and making his buck teeth more prominent. “well you know what they say, i suppose, you shouldn’t follow the white rabbit unless you want to get into trouble.” He said and chuckled.
god, she was perfect…
In The Sun: “oh… My family?” Connor breathed softly looking down at his hands for a moment.
“well,” he started and gave a bit of a shrug and a cute half crooked smile. It was apparent that he didn’t usually talk much, or about his family. ” I’m an only child, but we’re a big family. I have lots of cousins, we’re a cop family, very English…aaah, very English.” he…
Connor smiled and nodded his head, giving a slight raise of his eyebrows. ” to be completely honest,” he began, leaning in a bit more and lowering his voice. ” I’m actually, a really bad guy. I’m a hit man.” he admitted, actually telling the truth with a straight face. He kept it for a few moments before bursting into giggles and shaking his head. ” actually, yeah, this is a regular day, n-not picking up girl, just wandering about and handing out ASBOs”
Of course Connor wouldn’t leave her with the actual truth, and “hitman” was stretching it. The job his family had pretty much given him was “garbage man”. He was the lowest rank that you could get. Removing crime evidence, doctoring signatures, sending the cops on the wrong scent, thats what he did. He had no idea why either… He tried hard, he worked his ass off for his family, bit he was never promoted. Even his autistic cousin had a better assignment than he did, but he’d keep trying. ” it builds character!” his uncle told him. Yeah, he could accept that, but he thought he had quite enough character by now…he coil be so much more for them. He had an Unnaturally good skill with his hands. He could build anything or fix anything, an engineer like him you’d never fin anywhere else and he’d presented his inventions to his uncle time and time again only to be ignored… Time and time again.
He let out a bit of a sigh at his thoughts and picked at one of the bracelets on his wrist, a collection of braided yarn that his youngest cousins made his for “good luck” or small watches.Noticing the sigh and how Connor seemed to have fallen into unpleasant thoughts, Amelia suddenly leaned in toward him and smiled. She played on his story about being a hit man in hopes of distracting him from whatever funk he’d fallen into. “Well, since you’ve shared such juicy secret with me, I’ll let you in on a couple secrets of my own… I’m not actually from America, and you wouldn’t be the first hit man I’ve met.” The way she said it was dark and mysterious and she smiled conspiratorially - almost predatory - making it difficult to tell if she was actually telling the truth or joking.
Amelia had always been blunt, to the point of tactlessness, but she was a compulsive liar as well. It made for an interesting combination, and those that knew her well could never tell if she was lying when she said odd or dangerous things like this. She wasn’t lying this time. Okay, she had been born in America, but she’d moved to England when she was five. She’d met her first hit man when she was fifteen, and her second hit man when she agreed to work for her boss. She definitely favored the second hit man to the first.
She didn’t like to linger on thoughts of her past, especially on that first hit man, so she distracted herself by letting her attention wander around the bar very briefly, surveying the people there - she’d never been to this bar before and none of the faces were familiar (somehow a reassuring fact) - before focusing back on Connor, eyes bright and smiling.
Connor snapped out of his thoughts when Amelia spoke and smiled a bit, nodding his head. ” So you live dangerously, well, shouldn’t be much of a surprise. it’s not every girl that has ‘vandalism’ as a hobby. Most just go mad for shoes.” He said and raised his eyebrows a bit before chuckled. “Guess you’re going to have to kill me now that you’ve told me all your secrets.” He said, a balled up napkin sailing through the air and hitting him immediately after he said it.
“oi!” he pouted, looking at the bartender who only gave a shrug. before bringing over a pair of pints for them. ” here little lady, you drink up because I sure would if I had ta listen to this ones banter ill named as ‘flirting’” he joked before patting con’s head and waddling away.
“geeze, everyone’s a critic.” Connor pouted and poked at his condensation drink, inching it to the left a bit as he silently pouted at the bartender’s comment. He was really mad, like he said, that guy was a friend of the family. He knew him since he was a little squirt.Laughing, Amelia reached across the table to touch Connor’s hand. “Don’t worry, I thought you were doing well! In my personal opinion.” She smiled. “Maybe not every girl would go for it, but I liked it.” She giggled a bit more before leaned back a little to give Connor a mock offended look. “But honestly, it’s rude to call my hobby ‘vandalism’! That was pure, original art.” She smirked a bit. “You’re right though, the whole vandalism thing does make it a little more fun. Adds a ‘risk factor’.”
She paused to take a sip of her drink, peering amusedly at Connor over the rim of the glass. When she set it back down she had a little foam-mustache, which she didn’t seem to notice. She shrugged. “Shoes are great, but I’m not as much as an enthusiast as most girls. I prefer breaking the law.” She said it with a straight face, pretending to be serious, which was completely ruined by the foam-stache sitting innocently on her upper lip.
Connor stared at her while she spoke, nothing registering because he was too distracted by her foam moustache. When she finished he couldn’t help himself any longer and let out a sort of squeaky giggle, scrunching his face at the same time and showing off his buckteeth. He really was the spitting image of a rabbit.
“alright, colonel sanders” He giggled, putting up a finger in a ” one moment” manner and grabbing a napkin from the napkin holder and leaning over to gently wipe the foam from amelia’s upper lip.
In The Sun: “oh… My family?” Connor breathed softly looking down at his hands for a moment.
“well,” he started and gave a bit of a shrug and a cute half crooked smile. It was apparent that he didn’t usually talk much, or about his family. ” I’m an only child, but we’re a big family. I have lots of cousins, we’re a cop family, very English…aaah, very English.” he…
Connor smiled and nodded his head, giving a slight raise of his eyebrows. ” to be completely honest,” he began, leaning in a bit more and lowering his voice. ” I’m actually, a really bad guy. I’m a hit man.” he admitted, actually telling the truth with a straight face. He kept it for a few moments before bursting into giggles and shaking his head. ” actually, yeah, this is a regular day, n-not picking up girl, just wandering about and handing out ASBOs”
Of course Connor wouldn’t leave her with the actual truth, and “hitman” was stretching it. The job his family had pretty much given him was “garbage man”. He was the lowest rank that you could get. Removing crime evidence, doctoring signatures, sending the cops on the wrong scent, thats what he did. He had no idea why either… He tried hard, he worked his ass off for his family, bit he was never promoted. Even his autistic cousin had a better assignment than he did, but he’d keep trying. ” it builds character!” his uncle told him. Yeah, he could accept that, but he thought he had quite enough character by now…he coil be so much more for them. He had an Unnaturally good skill with his hands. He could build anything or fix anything, an engineer like him you’d never fin anywhere else and he’d presented his inventions to his uncle time and time again only to be ignored… Time and time again.
He let out a bit of a sigh at his thoughts and picked at one of the bracelets on his wrist, a collection of braided yarn that his youngest cousins made his for “good luck” or small watches.Noticing the sigh and how Connor seemed to have fallen into unpleasant thoughts, Amelia suddenly leaned in toward him and smiled. She played on his story about being a hit man in hopes of distracting him from whatever funk he’d fallen into. “Well, since you’ve shared such juicy secret with me, I’ll let you in on a couple secrets of my own… I’m not actually from America, and you wouldn’t be the first hit man I’ve met.” The way she said it was dark and mysterious and she smiled conspiratorially - almost predatory - making it difficult to tell if she was actually telling the truth or joking.
Amelia had always been blunt, to the point of tactlessness, but she was a compulsive liar as well. It made for an interesting combination, and those that knew her well could never tell if she was lying when she said odd or dangerous things like this. She wasn’t lying this time. Okay, she had been born in America, but she’d moved to England when she was five. She’d met her first hit man when she was fifteen, and her second hit man when she agreed to work for her boss. She definitely favored the second hit man to the first.
She didn’t like to linger on thoughts of her past, especially on that first hit man, so she distracted herself by letting her attention wander around the bar very briefly, surveying the people there - she’d never been to this bar before and none of the faces were familiar (somehow a reassuring fact) - before focusing back on Connor, eyes bright and smiling.
Connor snapped out of his thoughts when Amelia spoke and smiled a bit, nodding his head. ” So you live dangerously, well, shouldn’t be much of a surprise. it’s not every girl that has ‘vandalism’ as a hobby. Most just go mad for shoes.” He said and raised his eyebrows a bit before chuckled. “Guess you’re going to have to kill me now that you’ve told me all your secrets.” He said, a balled up napkin sailing through the air and hitting him immediately after he said it.
“oi!” he pouted, looking at the bartender who only gave a shrug. before bringing over a pair of pints for them. ” here little lady, you drink up because I sure would if I had ta listen to this ones banter ill named as ‘flirting’” he joked before patting con’s head and waddling away.
“geeze, everyone’s a critic.” Connor pouted and poked at his condensation drink, inching it to the left a bit as he silently pouted at the bartender’s comment. He was really mad, like he said, that guy was a friend of the family. He knew him since he was a little squirt.
