it's not the same (open)

[Violet]

Vi had been thinking about a lot lately, she'd had the right too. There were enough people in Brooklyn that she had the right to worry a bit. And enough of them as reckless idiots that it made her nervous. When her own brother came home and ended up in bed with a few broken ribs she knew that things were only going to get worse.

She held out the pint to the man that ordered it, it was early-- near noon and slow. The men that came in where the ones that wanted to get some luncheon and she had to make the spread but now she was taking a breather-- heading out to the back with a smoke between her fingers so she could get some tobacco in her own blood.

Vi didn't smoke much, not unless her nerves were going, and that meant she chewed on her nails. She tapped her foot, chewing on her thumb nail as she put the smoke between her lips and lit it, inhaling the nicotine. It didn't calm her nerves... but it did make her feel a bit better.

[tshamien]

Tristan saw her standing outside smoking nervously and raised a brow as he approached the bar. He'd finished selling early and thought he would stop in for some lunch.

"What's got your feathers ruffled?"

[Violet]

"Brode's ribs are all busted up-- got jumped outsida the tavern the other night.." too much blood, too much madness and chaos. "Things are only gonna get worse.."

[tshamien]

Tristan stepped up beside her and lit a smoke of his own, "What kinda mess they into?"

[Violet]

"They run with Paul Kelly, what do ya think they're into?" she raised a brow as she looked up at him... kind of thankful for his nearness for once. "They're runnin gin--- tryin' ta establish the market in Brooklyn from what I know.."

[tshamien]

"There's a high market...why don't they traffic it through the kids? It'll be easier that way. Besides any newsie I know is always trying to make a dime," He shrugged. "Kids'll look like they're just selling papers, meanwhile somebody can place an order with any Brooky they come across." He shrugged.

[Violet]

"You can talk ta Brode about that," she didn't want to get involved anymore than just the knowledge ahead of time. "Or Dano... it's not me place and I kind of don' want it ta be. I'm not involved an' it just grates me nerves sometimes... waitin' for some bloke ta come in guns blazin.." She didn't want to have to kill someone.

[tshamien]

"That does happen and I'll kill him," Tristan said, and it was damn sure that he meant it. He took a long drag of his cigarette and smirked.

[Violet]

She shook her head and took a drag from her smoke, "Tris ya can't just kill everyone.."

[tshamien]

Tristan smirked, "but I can try."

[Violet]

"An what happens at the end a the day when it's just you all alone, hmm?" she looked up at him this time and took another drag as she leaned against the building. "Reminds me though... Dano got rid of the piece.. they'd have to drag the harbor.."

[tshamien]

Tristan shook his head, "I wouldn't kill everybody, just all the sick nasty people in this world."

[Violet]

Vi glanced over at him and then shrugged her shoulders, "Everyone's got nasty in em, Tristan. People make choices-- an' people die for em."

[tshamien]

"some are actually evil, I don't mind killing those people so much," he grinned at her.

[Violet]

She smiled a little bit and shrugged, "I don't know anyone really evil, Tris..."