worker's song - open

[Spot Conlon]

Spot snorted. "I ain't that threatenin' doll," he said with a grin. "I got some tricks up my sleeve, but doesn't everyone?"

[Violet]

"Of course," she replied with a nod, toying still with the bottle. "That's how we survive, tricks and knowing more than the other person. You have to be quick, you have to be smart, and you have to know who your friends are. Doesn't hurt to know when your enemies have their guns trained at your back either." The life of someone connected to the Irish mob wasn't easy but she enjoyed her life. She'd live it and she'd die and that would be that, but it would be hers. By hell.

[Spot Conlon]

Spot raised his eyebrow. He knew things about Violet, but she still talked a pretty big game. "You know a lot for a barmaid," he observed innocently, lighting up a cigarette.

[Violet]

She looked over at him and then shrugged, "I know a lot for anybody," she replied easily with a shrug. "Being a barmaid is just a job-- keeps me busy and I make decent money."

[Spot Conlon]

"Uh huh. And you live at home with all these brothers?" He asked, taking a sip of his drink.

[Violet]

She shook her head, "Nah.." She spun the bottle between her fingers and then grinned, looking over at him. "I live with two of them right now though. Take care of meself mostly."

[Spot Conlon]

"Right. Well I can see that," Spot replied, running a hand through his hair. "Your brothers must take awfully good care of you, why do you even bother sellin' papes?"

[Violet]

Vi thought about that and then shrugged her shoulders, that was the truth in a way. "Because you can't always count on things. Who knows if the boys won't be tossed in jail next week and I'm on my own tryin' to make rent.." She didn't live at the lodging house but if things went bad that would be the first place she'd go. There was nothing wrong with it, she was the roll with the punches type of girl. Life smacked you, you adjusted and made do.

[Spot Conlon]

Spot nodded. "Very true, very true. Thinkin' ahead. I like that." he sucked on his cigarette, looking over at her. "If things go into the shitter, you come find me, alright?"

[Violet]

She had to grin, she liked Spot. His reputation was bigger than most and she had a feeling most of the stories she'd heard were probably true. Someone called out from behind her and she turned around, "Mickey you get your ass on the other side a that bar before I break your fingers! Hold your bloody horses!" She ran her hand through her hair and gave Spot a smile. "Sure thing, Conlon." It could and probably would get worse.. but she'd make due.

[Spot Conlon]

He smirked. "go take care of your business, I'll be here watchin' you." He drank from his whiskey glass.

[Violet]

That made her laugh and she gave him a long look before she got up and went over to Mickey, grabbing him by the scruff and giving him a look that had the man sitting down. She served up drinks and moved around the room like she was built for it, carrying drinks and bottles and smacking hands that tired to reach for more than drinks. This was something she was good at and really no matter how she complained she enjoyed it. She got to flirt, laugh and have a good time every night. Nothing wrong with that. "Hey Conlon! Want anything else while I'm up?" she called, getting back to work with ease. It was like breathing.

[Spot Conlon]

Spot laughed. "I'm good right here!" He replied, his eyes on her like a hawk. Oh she was all that he needed tonight.

[Violet]

She grinned and nudged around getting to work, after awhile the place wound down and she moved back to the chair and sat. Giving herself some time off her feet as one of the other girls came back from the stock room looking mussed and like she'd just had her head near a grain sack. Vi scowled a bit then snorted, "Well look I'm not alone now... Maggie's just had heels to jesus.."

[Spot Conlon]

"Finally. Now I get more time with you," Conlon retorted, the whiskey affecting him a bit. "So your brothers. You say they are in a gang?"