"Cillian is it?"

[peaches]

so nice. i like how they're going to the pub which fits cillian so well and the story is actually moving along...it's very interesting...can't wait for more

[blue-eyed struck]

aww! Thanks Poe for the quick updates! I love this story. *Imagining Cillian's half-naked torso* mmm..niiice! can't wait to see what happens at the pub! This makes my craving to go to London even stronger!

[poegrl]

There where a few people out front of the little pub with the sign “Trevor’s” in blue neon in the window. He could hear the sound of Dylan coming form the door when ever any one would walk through to come or go. It was a squat little brick building round the a corner well off from the main drag. “Well what ya think, meet your approval sir?”

She held open the front door for him, it was just as she had describe on their walk over. It was dark in general wall and ceiling all in dark wood. Bra’s ties and other things dangling form the ceiling along with a few fans lazily working their way round. There where some old advertising posters for different kinds of drink behind the bar, 50's style pin-up with a sharp bottle etc... The building was a long shot all the way back, there where a few tables and booths up front round the bar itself and a pool table towards the back past the juke box. She was already at the bar placing an order when he was done taking his look around. He slid in just behind her taking a seat on the barstool next to her.

“So what will it be then?” He smiled “Like you really have to ask?” She leaned into the bar and placed the second half of her order with the middle aged lady behind the counter. The woman went and pulled two pint glasses from the drying matts and filled it with a nice head of the beautiful brown nectar the he'd been thinking of all night. The glasses where set in front of them and she payed for the both. He shook his head and tried to stop her. “You don’t have to do that.” She shrugged, it was too late, what was done was done, she leaned back against the bar. “The first one’s always free.” She gave him that sly smile again and they clinked glasses and did a small cheers. He started unconsciously keeping beat with the song on the juke box, “Stuck in the Middle With You”. There was a Dylan fan in the bar since it was the second song in the play list so far. She was singing along with it, not badly either. He could catch little bits of her voice as she was fishing something out of her pocket and leaning back towards the barkeep again.

He kept a look out for any lingering eyes. The place was a buzz, not over crowded like some places could be. Every one seems to be content to keep to thier own little groups and enjoy the evening. Watching people leaning into to eachother to hold conversations tring to talk over the music and laughter all around. He was half way though his drink when she had truned back round from the bar. She nudge him and directed his attention back towards the pool tables, he nodded and got up and fallowed her back. “So you feeling lucky?” She smiled as the loud clanging of balls slipped through the bowls of the table. She was looking through the cues as he racked up the balls. “Well been pretty lucky so far tonight.” She really smiled this time it was warm and sincere smile. It was a complement and it pleased him to know that she took it as such. She finished chalkng up her pool-stick and dusted her thumb and pointer. “Well the lucky man should brake then?”

He shrugged and picked his sick and chalked up. He placed the cue ball a bit off to the side and leaned in nice and low to the table. She walked behind him, he ewatched her dissapear out of the corner of his eye. He let the stick slide between his fingers a few times lining up the shot and waiting to see her walk out on the other side of his vision, she didn’t. He held his breath his arm held back just right, about to let his shot go when he felt something brush the inside of his leg. The end of her pool stick swiftly slid back between her feet.

He dropped his shot and looked back over his shoulder at her, looking so very innocent. “What?” She batted her lashes and he raised an eyebrow at her and stood up rolling his head to the side cracking his neck smirking back at her. “You know I think I’ll let you take this one.” She was about to protest but he stopped her by taking a swooping bow and ushered her to the table. She was lining up her shot keeping an eye on him for the first few seconds, he was taking a tug off his drink when he saw her settle into her shot. He walked behind her leaving his stick at the small table they had their glasses at.


She was warming up her wrist a bit sliding the stick along the webbing between her thumb and pointer. He edged up to her and leaned in to her right shoulder and just as she let her shot go blew light at the back of her ear and neck. The cue ball flew to the right and tipped the corner of the rack barely braking the table up at all. She shivered and stood very still for a second as he chuckled and wondered back to the table to pick up his stick. She turned and looked at him mouth slightly open running her tongue over her fangy little k9 incisor.

He took a sip and smiled at her very cheekedly “Any one ever tell you, your cute when your angry?” He smirked brushing shoulders with her as he walked by to the table. He took his shot swiftly and sunk a solid. He sunk two more before he missed and turned the table back over to her. She was done with her drink when she came up to take her shot. "Is it safe to take my shot?" Her hip was out with pletny of aditude being shot his way. "don't know is it?" He went and put his stick aside, picking up the two pint glasses, wandering back towards her. Leaning in a bit so she could hear him. "shouldn't start anything ya can't finish. I'm getting a second, you want one?" She rolled her eyes at his comment and agreed to the drink.

While waiting for his drinks, he looked back to the tables to check on how the game was coming along. Someone had walked up to the table while she was taking her shot, waitiong for her to finish her turn before making their presents known. He could see the man very clearly from where he was at the bar. Average height guy, sandy hair, clean cut and shaven. Not a bad looking bloke, but something told him that she wasn’t terribly thrilled to see him when she turned to see who was tapping her shoulder. She was pry expecting him to be there and this guy "Clean Shaven" he desided to call him, was very mush not him. She was doing her best to be pleasent about the situation. He watched as every time “Clean Cut” moved in a bit to get closer, she would inch away backing casually towards the small table with her drink.

The barkeep gave him his drinks, he payed and tipped her well taking his time with putting his wallet back in his back pocket taking in the situation. He took a sip or two just watching her. “Clean Cut” had to be and Ex- of some sort, the awkward dance of denial and familiarity was being played out very well. Finally after a min or so of watching he could see her looking from him while “Clean Cut” kept talking trying to keep her attention. He collected his drinks seeing his cue and began towards her to run interception.

She saw him just as he broke through the edge of the crowed before you hit the pool tables. Her eyes went wide with a look of desperation. He could literally hear her yelling for help in his head. He slipped past “Clean Cut” begging his pardon handing her a drink, which she took gratefully and began to look back and forth between “Clean Cut” and himself again letting a bit of an uncomfortable silence settle in.

“Clean Cut” looked him up and down very closely, obviously sizing up what at this time he was considering to be competition. Something started to click, in “Clean Cuts” eyes. He didn't like it familiarity, aknoladgment? Either way the possablitly of the swift end to what was turning into an ideal evening. Their was a bit of tension before she jumped into a conversation “Ryan this is my friend,” putting a hand on the small of his back buying some time as the he looked to her for the cue on what roll he would be paying for her. “my friend,” she looked at him and he raised an eyebrow waiting... “Jackson, Jackson Crane.” He held back a laugh and smiled holding out his hand to shake “clean cut” A.K.A. Ryan’s hand. Slipping back into his best Mr. Rippner, “Nice to meet you, Ryan.”

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[blue-eyed struck]

LMAO!!! omg! That is brilliant! "Jackson Crane" AHAHAH!! whew! And him blowing in her neck! Whew! Did I already say I thoroughly enjoy this story? I thoroughly enjoy your story poe!

[poegrl]

just for you blue *S* been very good girl with this one play it out as honest and realistic as possible ya know? *l* yeah well in a dream world I guess? working on a bit of something different for later short story for a screen play idea. Putting Cillian in as one of the faces. We'll see how that goes shall we? more to come at the pub later though.

[blue-eyed struck]

awww! Merci Beacoup! Screen play you say? Can't wait to read that one!! I should PM Peaches. she was reading this too! She will laugh her arse off at this one!

[poegrl]

It was good sold handshake, a bit firm in that “I trying to prove a point kind of way” still not the knuckle roller he was preparing himself for. She stood a bit awkwardly next to him not to sure where to take this next. He casually shifted his drink from on hand to the other to let the arm nearest her rest on her shoulder tucking her in to him a bit. Ryan looked him up and down. “Jackson hu? I don’t think I ever remember Amber mentioning you when we where together?”
She bit her lip while he just let his soft low chuckle roll out and smiled. “Well it’s been a good long while since we’ve seen each other. We went to school together way back.” Ryan stood arms folded in front of his chest nodding and listening to every word with a fake yet pleasant smile on his face. He could feel her settling back into her self again. “Yeah,” finally she was getting into the swing of the conversation “back in highschool. I could have sworn I talked to you about Jack, from Drama...” She laughed a little. “Not that it really matters now or anything?” It was a nice little stab at Ryan, nothing to harsh but a good note of “We’re not together any more, back off you areshole.” Ryan smirked and looked to the ground for a brief second gathering some kind of thought. “Yeah guess your right.” there was bit of sadness behind Ryan’s eyes he could see it. What ever little hope he had seem to disappear when he looked back at them buddied up next to each other. He kind of felt bad for the guy. He’d been there a few times himself but when it’s time it’s time and Ryan could see that his time had passed. “Well it was good seeing you Amber take it easy.” She smiled and even gave him a small friendly hug before he walked away.

She sighed and turned back to him, “sh*te I’m so sorry... I” He smiled and took another sip of his beer and put it back on the table before picking up his stick. “No worries,” He was still using his American accent. “You can just pay me back latter.” He grinned that grin she would know from the screen. Her mouth hung open speechless not sure if she was to take him seriously or not. He winked at her to just rub it in a bit and that fire flashed in her eyes again. “There it is again, gorgeous!” He swooped in and wrapped a arm around her waist and hugged her tightly. The fire turned to surprise as she looked at him with that, “what in the hell” look on her face. “He’s looking back this way,” She went to turn her head. “No,” He stopped her by holding the side of her face in his hand looking her straight in the eye. “Don’t look back,” She didn’t quite understand what he meant, he smiled and brushed a bit of hair behind her ear. “He’s already had to say goodbye once this evening don’t make the poor guy half to do it again.” He glanced past her as Ryan looked away and headed out the door. He let his hand fall away from her face lightly and gave her a light squeeze before letting her go. “There all clear, my shot I think?” She stood there a bit dazed by what had just happened looking to the floor as a blush fell from her cheeks. She was quite lovely when she let the tough girl face slip a bit. There was a innocents to her that he was just beginning to see and thought would be nice to get to know a bit more.

He went to the table, he didn’t have much of a shot and just taped the cue and passed it off to her. “Sooooo,” He had let the American slip away and settled back into himself. “What was it all about then?”
She sunk one with a nice loud snap from a sold hit. “What was what?” He leaned on his pool stick putting himself on her level as she lined up her next shot. “The guys heart you just broke back there, you know Clean Cut.” She took the shot and sunk another. “Same ol’ story,” She chalked up her stick and leaned against the table. “Dated for a while I lost my apartment bout two month into the relationship, he offered that I move in. Thing where pretty good for a while,”She turned back to the table and sunk another, “It was really good actually, I mean he was sweet and funny, had a good job, all of that.” She went to line up her next shot and hee pushed off his stick and wandered over to her and sat on the edge of the table next to her. “And.....?” She hesitated and looked up at him trying to figure out if she was going to tell him the truth or not. He let her surch his face tracking her eyes as they went across his features taking him in making her judgment. “I came home one day early from work to find him with someone else.” He fround a little he and locked eyes with her before making sure she knew he was being honest. “I'm sorry.” She shrugged and smiled that sweet sincer smile again he liked it. Then she let it slide into to a smirk, the tough girl was back.

“Yeah well it’s not half as sorry as you’re going to be after I kick your ass in this game.” He pushed off the table eaned into her ear again close enough that her hair tickled his face. “Don’t start what ya can’t finish lvu.” He pulled away she readjusted herself back into her shot again but it was to late he had already won, he could see the goose bumps on her arms and the tip of her ear was red. She took her shot and missed. She groaned and let her head fall to the side. “ I can’t believe it, did you see that it was right there!” He smirked “Sure it was luv, sure it was.”

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[raine]

do you have any idea how freakign amazing oyu are? lol cillian bar to you!
*edit* Jackson Crane... that's awesome! lol*

[poegrl]

;Dglad you think so .

[blue-eyed struck]

Gah! I can hear him talking in my head with that sexy Irish accent! You're killing me here Poe!

He smirked “Sure it was luv, sure it was.”

He's such a tease! I love it! I seriously hope this story has no end!

[peaches]

the story is so good, i love it! it's so casual and cillian!

[blue-eyed struck]

^There you are! I completely forgot to PM you! Shawy!

[raine]

update update update! lol

[poegrl]

*snaps too* yes mam up-date on it's way.... Wow two Mod's as fans. No presure I guess. *lol* Well let me know what you think of this one ladies.

The game ended with him winning with an amazing railing shot putting the eight ball in the right side pocket, and her swearing up and down that he cheated, in a very playful and comical manner that kept him smiling. The light buzz he had gained for the third round was quite nice and it was now time for a smoke out the back door, in the semi back ally that was used as a smoking patio. There where some old stairs that lead up to what looked like apartments above the bar. It’s on the steps that she would take a seat while he leaned up against the railing. She took out the case and passed it between them again along with it’s mate. He held on to the lighter though taking a nice long look at it fingering the scroll work along the sides. It was one of the real old fashioned ones with the cloth wicks and the click tops. It was quite lovely old and tarnished.

“So what the story with this thing?” He lit his smoke and handed the lighter back to her.
She took it leaving her hand stretched out a bit looking at it form a far with a shrug of her shoulders. “Found it in a old antique store in the town over.”

“Old case and lighter, old car... Bet you even work on it yourself don’t ya?”

She nodded and smiled proudly. I bought it off this guy in school when he blew the engine fecking about it too hard.” He didn’t want to put the time into it!” She sighed and shook her head. “Can you believe that? Didn’t want to put the time into it? It’s a classic! You put your heart and soul into a car like that.”

His lazy eyes sparkled as he watched her tell her story. She was completely animated changing her voice to mock the “moron” that she bought it from. She would mention her “best friend” quite often with warm affection. She was very passionate about the whole story and so drunk . Half of her words slipped into one another as she talked. He could see that sweet and sensitive side he caught earlier on in the bar. He was also pleased to know that his guess was right about the car. It was a Nova, a Chevy Nova 69 apparently and she had spent most of her Jr. Year re-building it. The best friend hit a soar spot he could see it. She spoke fondly about the time but at the same time he could hear the regret of some sort of loss behind the story.

She sighed and smiled tugging on his sweater in some strange drunken confirmation and leaning her head against his leg taking another drag and he pet the top of hear head. “What ever happened to your friend?” He slid down the railing and scooted her over to sit down on the stairs. She bit her lip and shrugged playing with the trailing smoke from the end of her clove. He nudged her trying to get her to look up at him. She did out of the corner of her eye. “Com’ on talk to ol’ uncle Cilli and he’ll fix ya right up.”

She stopped and looked up at him in horror and holding back a gut busting laugh that was causing her to do a drunken snort instead. He couldn’t hold it back either and the fell into a long hard laugh. She could barely speak through her gasps for air. “Dear god, what the... Uncle Cilli?
What the feck is that?”

He shrugged and shook his head his cheeks red with embarrassment. It was a god awful reference, and being as drunk as they where wasn’t helping any. “I honestly don’t know? I just thought I could help?”

She smiled and looked at him like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Why in the hell would a big shot like you, wanna give a sh*te or listen to my sob story?”

He smiled again an brushed the hair out of her face and back behind her ear, see had a tear or two streaking her cheek, he brushed that with his thumb.

“Well I guess that’s because right now, I’m just a bloke hanging out with my mate and wanting to help them out because they’ve helped me out.”

Her eyebrows came together in a hard frown. She was trying to process what it was he just said. With Guinness in her ears and I his words, he could understand the moment of silent contompation.

“Did you just call me your mate?” She sniffed. He smiled his biggest and goofiest smile. It was like he was eight again and he was getting a big pat on the back for doing a good deed. She smiled and a tear or two more ran down her cheek, she brushed it away and bumped her shoulder into him and he back. She giggled, not laugh not chuckle but school girl classic giggle next to him. “I’m Cillian Murphy’s mate.” Her giggle got worse and soon became infectious and he began to laugh as well.

A couple had just stepped through the back door to sneak a smoke when they came upon them giggling like mad men. The man wrapped and arm around his lady friend and walked her past them hastely. They where bitting their lips and snorting trying to hold back the laughter. Just as the couple’s backs where to them they fell over each other with a true middle school gigglefest. As they caught their breath and she wiped more tears from her eyes. He stood up and turned to offer a hand up off the steps. She took it and he gave her a bit of a tug landing her right into his chest. He hugged her for moment letting her get her feet back underneath her. She leaned back with a hand still in his chest to help keep balance. He had his finger locked behind the small of her back still as she tried to regain focus. He held her there for a moment catching her eyes with his making sure she was looking at him. “I’ve been meaning to say....., thank you, this has been a really good night and it’s all thanks to you being, so cool you know?”

She nodded suddenly very sober and aware of his words.”Yea I think I know. Your welcome.” He nodded and looked to the ground bitting his top lip and jerking his head back up quickly. “Right, now, ‘nough of the serious stuff. I think we need a shot and a re-match, what ya think?”
She smiled. “Sure as long as you don’t cheat this time.” She turned and walked in ahead of him. “Suer luv, sure what ever you say.”

[blue-eyed struck]

That was so incredibly lovely! I swear I still think you've had an encounter with him! This Cillian sounds so much like the real Cillian.

I had a laughing fit when I read his Uncle Cillian line! lmao! Classic!!

'Cillian Murphy's mate' *sigh* That sounds like a dream come true! But, did ya have to mention his sweetheart!!!? Let's keep her on the dl, k!?

Keep 'em coming Poe! I'm hooked! *throws her a CB*