"Cillian is it?"

[poegrl]

It was a dull night and he could feel himself getting restless with the whole bloody thing, the false talk, fake smiles and over all ceremonial bullsh*te of the evening had really worn him down. Having to be nice to every one all the time with out even a decent drink to help ease the pains of industry duties wasn’t making anything easier. He had managed to avoid most of the picture hungry photographers out front, and surprisingly the Q&A period after the viewing was short and sweet, the gods where being fair but not kind. Every quota had been filled for the night, now if there was only some way to slip out from the rest of the events “gayity” and have a nice quite evening he’d be set..
He wandered through the shoulder to shoulder crowed, making his way to the patio that had been set up on the landing upstairs. It was empty, for the most part, one or two people in corners, getting away from the chaos downstairs. He places his hand on the back of his neck, letting his head roll side to side letting loose some of the tension from the nights event. He took in a nice deep breath and caught a sharp sweet smoke smell off the night breeze. The corner of his mouth curled in a smirk. He scanned the patio to find the source of that old familiar smell. Across the way in one of the corners a young woman was leaning up against the railing taking a drag from a clove she had curled between her fingers.
He bit his lip and put his hands in his slack pockets looking to the ground and kicking at an invisible rock he had found. It’d been a good long while since he’d had a clove, it would be a compromise for the lack of decent Guiness, but would it be worth the possible hassle that could come with asking said young lady across the way? “Feck it “
He casually wandered over towards her direction, she didn’t even notice him walking up. “Ah, pardon? Could I get one of those off of you?” She saw him for the first time an was startled then taken aback, he could tell, he’d seen it a million times by now, her eyes had opened a bit wider and her shoulders went rigged. Sh*te, Hassle.... She looked to a near by chair and her shoulders dropped and she took a quick breath. “Sure.” She recovered gracefully with out even a bat of an eyelash. She didn’t mention his name, she didn’t gush, just reached into the pocket of her jacket that had been resting on the back of the chair and pulled out a engraved cigaret case which she clicked open and presented to him. He couldn’t help but smile at her rather formal presentation. He leaned in a bit and slipped a clove from the case, still bent a bit almost taking a small bow he smiled up at her. “Cheers.” She clicked the case closed and turned back placing it into her coat pocket. He had brought out his lighter and flicked it, once... twice... Piece of... No spark.
“Need a light?” She held out a lit zippo to him. It had similar scroll work as the case, he smiled even a bit wider this time letting a bit of a chuckle slip. “Thank you again.” He leaned in cupping her hand in his and lit the end of the clove till it was a bright red at the tip. It cast a warm glow on his face, he looked up and smiled before letting her hand and lighter go.
“No problem.” She had stammered a bit on her words. He wasn’t sure, it could have been from the flame but he could swear she was blushing as she turned back to her coat and deposited the lighter with it’s mate. She went back to her own clove leaning up against the railing very casually, and now obviously avoiding any looks in his general direction.
He was impressed, curious, and now felt slightly challenged by her obvious dismissal. She knew who he was, he had no doubts about it, especially after the deer in the head lights she gave him when he first approached her. His duel nature was getting the better of him. If he was stuck here for a while he might as well find something amusing to do, and chatting this girl up might be just the thing to help pass the time. He took her in studying her a bit. She was dressed stylishly in men’s black pin striped slacks that had obviously been tailored to fit, a white collard dress shirt neatly tucked, three bottons undone showing off a pendent that she kept playing with from time to time. The members only black leather coat that lay over the chair finished off the whole outfit with a bit of “Euro Sheik”. He watched her a few minutes, she never looked over but did keep playing with the pendent that rest just in the nape of her neck. He was bout quarter way through his smoke when he went to flick the ash and lost the cherry off the end instead. “Feck sake,” That caught her attention. He shrugged. “Don’t suppose I could bum another light off you?” She smiled. “Yeah, sure no problem...” She lit his smoke again and put the lighter in her slack pocket this time. He nodded. He let a second pass before trying to strike up the conversation again. “So, did you enjoy the show?” She was in the middle of a drag, and a bit surprised by his question. She paused to exhale the smoke before she would answer. “By show are you referring to the actual film, or the circus going on downstairs?” He laughed. Promising? She was witty, this was proving to be just the entertainment he was looking for.
“Not your kind of party then?”
She scrunched her nose a little and shook her head. “No, guess I was just expecting a bit more.”
“Your first time at a premier then?” He watch her shift her body a little, she was facing him now.
“Yes, and no. It’s my first time, in this sort of capacity.”
He raised a brow, “ That sounds serious?”
She smiled at that one. “Ya I guess it could, but then again it depends on how you look at it?”
Careful boy, He straightened up a bit preparing for a hasty retreat.
“Really and how would you look at it?”
She shrugged and took another dag, “how ever I suppose?”
He was going to have to get a bit more to the point, he took a moment to find the right way to put it.
“So are you with one of the crews downstairs then?”
She frowned and recoiled a bit as she had just smelled a skunk. “No. God no. I’m just here for the novelty.”
He relaxed again after hearing that, the reaction was priceless to him. He putt an elbow on the railing and rested his chin in the heel of his hand, finger tips brushing the bottom of his lip. “Well must kind of piss ya off, paying out that kind of cash, expecting it be one thing, and having it turn out to be this?”
She smirk and raised and eyebrow at him. “Well I could be, but now? Well I wouldn’t call it a complete bust, besides I never said anything about paying to get in here?”
Now he was very curious, he couldn’t help the broad smile that took to his face just then.
“So am I to understand that in standing here and continuing to carry on this conversation, I could be aiding and embedding a possible criminal act?”
Her eyes rolled off to the side a little, as she sheepishly bit her lip, before giving him a wonderfully devilish grin. “Those are some pretty fancy words, one might even suspect that you had studied law using terms like that?” She raised an eye brow...
He had to laugh at her settle form of recognition.
“Yea one might just think that wouldn’t they?” He let another soft laugh come up again. It was settled in his mind now, she was safe.
“Well either way,” He took the last drag from his smoke and let it drop to the patio and stamped it out. “Your secret is safe with me.....” She caught his beat and waited while he let the last little bit of smoke curl round his shoe, he titled his crystal blues up at her though heavy lashes. “.......if you’d be willin’ to share it with me that is?”
She sighed and shook her head. “I don’t know? It’s a pretty good little secret. How do I know I can trust you?” She raised a single eyebrow and smiled. He stood up straight and drew a cross over his heart and the scouts salute in the air. “Cross my heart.” She laughed the dimples at the corners of her lips grew deeper and deeper as he stood there till she broke her gaze from him.
“Well since you put it that way, how can a girl say no?”
He took a step towards her closing in the gap a bit and extended his hand out to her.
“I’m Cillian”
She defiantly blushed that time letting her hand slip into his.
“I’m Amber, it’s nice to meet you.” She paused and looked at him quizzically “ Cillian was it?”
A coy smile on her face, still maintaining a bit of the game. He smirked again, c*cky he could appreciate that. Yes this was going to be just what he needed to get him through the night.
.............To Be Continued..................

[blue-eyed struck]

YEY, another Cillian story! Wow Poe, u took the whole, "If I see him in an alleyway or street corner, I'll go and ask for a smoke and have a chat" idea to heart! I'm glad you did! ;D I loved the lawyer comment. Very clever! This was a really fun and sweet story! I bet that is how he really acts in real life. He's so laid-back and cool! I loved it! Please post more!!

[jill]

Cute! I love your dialouge, the wording sounds so Irish for some reason. There's an Irish character in my current story and the only dialect I really know to add is a few "ya"s instead of "you"s, haha.

[Shelly]

i love it. its really good.

[blue-eyed struck]

I don't know where she went! I hope she'll post more!

[poegrl]

real life.. I'll be back soon promise.
Poe~

[blue-eyed struck]

^ NP!! Life first...Cillian second....Cillian Fan Fic third! Although.....for me, Cillian first, life second... SIGH. Sad life I have (I sound like Yoda!) OR (Yoda I sound like!) OK. seriously, I'll leave now!

[c.m.ismyxanatos]

Wow...loverly story!!!! I love that, and I must admit, when you mentioned the clove, I was like...Ya, if Cillian HAS to smoke, he should smoke something classy like that. LOL. I'm an idiot I know, I just once tried a clove *long time ago!*. While I hate smoking *no offense to anyone* cloves are incredibly smooth and actually have a pleasant aroma since they don't smell like tobacco. Long spiel, sorry. Anyway, it's an awesome start! yay!

Blue-eyed- YODA!

[peaches]

that was so good, i could totally see it in my mind...wow...good job

[poegrl]

Alright lady back with more sorry about the wait.... forgive me?

They decided to take a seat at the small café like table she had set her things earlier. The heel of her shoe was on the edge of her chair as she sat, it brought her thigh up and closer to her body to help keep warm. The silver case was brought out again for a smoke then placed in the middle of the table. “Help yourself, I have another pack in my car so no worries.” He smiled and hesitated for a bit before leaning forward and slowly letting his limbs slide across the table stopping just before the case, he gingerly let his finger tips slide across the scroll design, toying with the idea. “I really shouldn’t ya know. Been thinking bout quitting.” She took a nice long drag and let the smoke out slowly. “Good for you. I quit a few times, but something always brought me back.” He nodded a bit, his whole hand was over the case now, almost petting it like and old testy cat. “Yea, I know what you mean.” He finally picked up the case and opened it and slipped another thin black cigarette from its home. She slid the lighter across to him and smiled. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell any one.” He smiled, “Ta.” Flicked the lighter cupping it then lighting the tip, then placing it back with it’s mate. He sat back in his chair and stretched out his lanky legs in front of him crossing them at the ankles. “Speaking of not tellin’ any one? What about that little secret of yours then?” She titled her head a little not quite sure what he was getting at. He was playing with one of the buttons on his suit coat head down, then he smiling up at her steel blue sparkling behind long blond tipped lashes. She had to look away briefly as though searching for something, possibly the answer to his question. He liked the way she tried to play it cool, as if he wasn’t affecting her in any way at all. She brushed a few stray strands back out of her eyes and ashed, biting the smile out of her lips as the color faded from her cheeks. “No longer worried about the aiding and abiding then I take it?” She had put her leg down and leaned into the table putting an elbow on the table and rested her cheek in her palm looking down at the table and then up at him. “I use to work in this theater when I was kid.” He set back and latched his fingers together and rested them in his lap giving her his full attention letting a picture form in his mind. There she was 16, 17 years old, in a much cheaper and less flattering version of what she was wearing now. Shirt buttoned all the way up with a crap bow tie and matching comber bun with some kind of tacky design on them that had to do with the cinema. Once he was pleased with his picture he urged her on a bit. “And?......” She rolled her eyes, embarrassed to be telling him all this, he gave her a reassuring smile and nudged her foot with his. “Com’on.”
“There’s this old service hall, off to one side of the bathrooms. They use to take out the trash to the ally on the back of the theater by way of that hall way, until my second summer, the theater was getting complaints about the smell. A lot of the kids would just pile the trash in the hall and let someone else take it out either way it began to smell something terrible, so no more using the hall way for taking out the trash. They turned the hall way into a storage unit after that. It’s just crowded up with old promotion stuff and busted popcorn makers these days.”
He raised a brow, “Then how is it you got ya self in here then?”She leaned back in her chair putting her foot back on the edge of her chair. “Well I worked there for 4 years or so off and on they liked me so much they just kind of gave me a set of keys I just kind of forgot to give them back.” He leaned forward and snubbed out his clove in the ash tray, “Well then that was that then?” She shrugged. He stood from his chair straightening his coat, “shall we be going?” He took her by the arm quite suddenly and started to drag her out of her seat, he continued tugging at her to come with while she took one last drag and then tried to put out her smoke. It could work this was like a dream come true running into this girl. Now to find this hallway and slip out the back and to freedom!
“Where are we going?” he could hear the manic tapping sound of her spiked heel boots trying keep up with his quickened pace. He looked back over his shoulder at her and just smiled as he half dragging half supporting her as they made way down to the bottom of the stairs. He had let his hand run down the length of her arm and took her cool hand into his. He winked at her and casually led her through the crowd, making sure to avoid most prying and annoying peoples of the evening. Smiling and nodding here and there keeping her close at his side, she’d almost clung to his arm by now. “What in the hell are we doing?” He kept walking and talked while still looking off and nodding to strangers across the room. “Your hall way,” He looked her in the eyes for a brief second. “You did said you wanted to get out of ‘ere didn’t ya?” He was making his way back towards the bathrooms. “Yes, but I was plaining on using the front door like everyone else?”
They had just barley broke through the heaviest parts of the crowd the prize was just in sight a few more steps and they would be home free. He picked up his pace a bit more and he could hear the clicking of her heels again trying to keep up, she was squeezing his arm quite tight now. It was fun to make her loose her cool. Her once cold hand from sitting out side was now hot and twitching with excitement. She was hesitant he could feel her tensing up on him a bit he stopped just on the edge of the mob and twirled her round so that she would be facing him. He put both his hand on her shoulders letting his long spindly fingers press ever so light into her arms looking her straight on in the eye. They were pretty much the same height which caught him a bit off guard he was expecting her to be bit shorter? Her big brown eyes where caught like deer in head lights again dark lashes all a flutter.
“Well you could use the front door but where would be the adventure in that then?” He could feel her slightly relax under his fingertips. Her once fluttering lashes took a bit more lazy and sarcastic tone as the left eye brow arched in the very lady like “feck you” kind of way. He let his fingers loosen their grip she had slowly come back to him. She rolled her head a bit loosening her neck and gave him the same roughish smile from earlier on upstairs. His hands had run down the outside of her arms when she had slipped out from his hands and walked passed him, brushing her shoulder against his giving him a little knock as she headed towards the direction of the bathrooms. She passed them and walked up to one of the thinner sections of paneling along the theater walls. Not even looking back just as causal as can be, he watched as she opened a door fixed into the paneling and disappear through it making sure to leave it slightly ajar. He shook his head smiling as he slipped his hands into his slack pockets leading off with the slightest bit of a bounce to his step as he made his way to the panel door. Yeah that’s me girl
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short but sweet, sorry to leave it on a bit of a hanger but I gotta keep you guys wanting more ya know...
sweet dreams.

[blue-eyed struck]

He's so... sigh... wonderful! *faints* Wow..I haven't fainted for a while now. My excitement had calmed down over the last few weeks, but your story just gave me a jump start!!

You're so good at this Poe! You sure this isn't from a personal encounter!? I don't think I could ever be that calm and collected if something like this were to ever happen to me!

All I gotta say is, that cigarette case is getting framed and put on a wall!!

[peaches]

that is so good.....i feel all giggly reading that...haha...that was such a good story...you must write more....i love the cigarette conversations...that was cool and i like how you ended it...with them going through the crowd and stuff...that was so cute....damn, i want more!!

[poegrl]

awww blue eyed... nice to know i could perk ya up a bit luv.. thanx for the kootos. yes i have more coming so no worries.

[Gobby]

thats nice...how...fun...haha
wow....i love the personality

[poegrl]

He slipped threw the door and into the pitch dark hallway. He was having trouble finding anything along the wall that felt like a light switch, reaching back for the door handle to try and let a little light back in. Oi where’d ya go?” he thought he heard something to the left, nothing he tried for a switch again, suddenly something grab at him he flailed . “Holy feck!”

He fell away from what ever it was that had grabbed at him and thudded into a wall. There was soft laughter shortly after his heartache and the flick of a zippo casting a small warm glow on her smiling face not two feet in front of him. “That was for dragging me downstairs and scaring the crap out of me.” She had lent him a hand to help him off the wall.
“I was thinking to myself, oh gee great out of all the cool people I could run in to at this thing, I have to find the crazy one.” She smiled as he brushed himself off, straightened his coat and smoothed back his hair.

“Fair enough, what say we’re even for the night then, yeah?” She nodded and led them down the hall way. There where boxes stuffed with what looked to be rolls of posters and promotional things from back in the day or yesterday for that matter. Cardboard stand ups and old vending machine of some sort with the glass front missing, cups in long plastics sleeves and racks with things for the refreshment stands. There was a faint smell of popcorn butter or what they called butter these days mixed in with dust and the past... He kept fallowing the silhouetted form in front of him as the soft glow of the lighter led them towards the end of the hall way he could see the old beat up door at the other end now. He could hear her rummaging through her pocket to find her keys.

Not 10 more seconds and they where out in the back ally of the theater and she was locking the door behind them. It smelled a bit, like she had mentioned before the trash bins and all that where out back with them now. She started walking towards the left past the back stage loading dock of the theater. She stopped about three feet away from him and turned with her hands in her pockets. “Are you coming are aren’t you?” He smiled and jogged a bit to catch up to her. “So where are we off to?” She walked with a bit of purpose keeping her hear head up and eyes forward kind of looking out for people. “What do you feel up for?” He let his head rock back and forth face scrunched a bit as if he was having to think about it. “Well, do you know any place near by a guy could get a proper drink?” She smiled and glanced at him from the corner of her eye. “I might know a place, but we should go to my car first.” He’d turned the collar of his coat up and tucked it in a bit closer around him to cut a the chill of the night air. “Pick up your smokes.” She smiled, “Yes, and get you something else to ware.”

He stopped suddenly and looked at her quizzically. “An just what would be wrong with what I’m wearing now?” She rolled her eyes sticking her hip out a little resting her fist on it. “Nothing, it’s quite lovely on you to be honest, but, taking into consideration that we will be walking just 5 blocks over and everyone that has seen you this evening has seen you that,” She eyed him up and down very cheeky, “very well fitted suit, I though it might not be a bad idea to swing by my car and maybe trade out a sweater for your coast or something to that matter?” He but is lip and rocked on his heels a bit. “Yeah I suppose it wouldn’t be a bad idea if you have something that might work.” She walked back to him and hooked her arm in his. “Come on, we’re wasting precious drinking time.” He chuckled and let her tug him along.
Just to the right of the alley way was a parking garage for a bank on the front of the street. They went up to the second level there were a few cars were still about. She walked straight ahead towards a nice looking classic. It was a Nova if he remembered right, matte black and looked very well loved. She wandered up to it and unlocked the driver side door. She tossed the keys on the driver seat and slipped out of her coat laying it on the roof of the car. She pulled the front seat forward and began to go through her back. He let his hand slide up the back rear panel up to the roof and dipped his head in to the car. “The is quite a lovely machine you got here.”She looked back over her shoulder at him and smiled. “Thanks. I like ‘er, she’s my baby.” She had found what ever it was that she was rummaging for and reached round to the front seat again and grabbed her keys putting them into her slack pockets. Slipped her way out of the back seat and untucked her dress shirt. “So are you more of a sweater guy or.... what’s your preference?” She was still fussing with her shirt a bit before it came up and over her head and thrown in to the back seat of the car. His eyes opened a bit wider as she stood there in her bra getting her new top situated, he looked away shrugging attempting to ignore her half nakedness. “Don’t really care, what ever you got I s’pose?” by the time he turned back she was wearing a black wife beater tank top with a red snake embroidered on the back of it. She nodded, “Good because I’m not sure how much I have to choose from.”

She went to the back of the car and opened that trunk. He fallowed her and watched as she unzipped a little travel bag and began to pull a few things from it setting them to the side for him to go through. He picked out dark blue thermal shirt and black ribbed v-neck sweater to throw over the top. He slipped out of his coat, she took it from him folding it in half and laying it very neatly in the back seat of the car. “So who’s clothes are these?” He untucked his dress sh*t and began to unbutton it handing it to her as well. “There mine.” She smiled stealing a brief glimpse at his now bare upper torso as he slipped his arm through the sleeves of the thermal shirt. “Your’s?” He noticed that it wasn’t until he had pulled the shirt over his head and pulled it down that she answered him. “Yeah mine, some guys clothes just fit a bit better than girls sometimes. Besides their usually cheaper and better made.” He nodded, she was right after all.

She had disappeared into the car again to put is shirt away, then slammed the door shut. She was slipping new smokes from the fresh pack in to her case when he had finished putting on the sweater and shut the trunk. “So how do I look?” He brushed his hair back out of his eyes as she gave him a once over. “Not bad, how’s the fit?” He held out his arms to check the sleeve length and smoothed the front of the sweater. “Just right.” She slipped on her jacket again and smiled. “Yeah, I thought so. Their just a bit big on me, so I figured they’d be just right on you. Good, well should we be on our way then?” They made their way back to the street and started to walk to the pub that she thought he would like. “It’s run by this sweet British couple that are retired now. It’s just a little whole in the wall with a pool table in the back.” He smiled as she described the place, good tunes on the juke box, bra’s, mens ties and tips tacked to the ceiling, cheep drinks and above all Guiness on tap.
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