A table against the far wall began singing a song they all knew, arms stacking onto each others shoulders as they swayed in unison slurring through the lyrics. Maya chuckled briefly as she shook her head at the group. Although they were regulars, they were in no way related to their business therefore their obnoxious behavior was excusable in Maya's eyes.
Maya never experienced being belligerently drunk, figuring it was a vice only men seemed to inhabit. She is no stranger to intoxication, in fact in that moment in time Maya felt her inhibitions loosen from the liquor consumed thus far. However when Maya got drunk the worse she had done was stumble down the last three stairs on her way out. At the pub she had seen men pass out cold onto a table, breaking furniture under their weight. A couple bar fights had happened before, when ale and anger had the right chemistry. She turned to place her half gone glass onto the bar, meeting the dark eyes of the stranger beside her.
'Well, I wish I was, then we could get reacquainted.'
A smirk lit her features, charmed by his wit. There was a way that he spoke and his body language that made Maya soften. He didn't seem to be any threat. Readjusting her posture, Maya let her shirt fall to conceal her weapon, giving a signal to those who had been paying attention that all was well. Gradually the ambiance of the room began to shift back into drunken joy and the blissful state of ignorance.
I'm Rich....Well - well, yeah, I am rich, that's not what I meant. Richard's me name.'
She had to admit that his accent had a similar affect on her as those of the Irish, feeling herself defrost as he spoke. However the line seemed a little lame, like a sore attempt to flaunt his wealth. This man definitely wasn't in the know, anyone with a shred of street smart didn't walk into the Black Rose admitting they had money at a risk to being robbed. Despite finding him slightly clueless, he did have some charm beneath his poor game.
Eyes remaining alert to her surroundings, Maya spoke softly, barely audible to Rich despite being next to her. "I quite like that name,
Richard." it reminded her of her step father who was now rotting away in a cell. Finishing her drink, Maya set the glass on the far side of the bar and looked back to Richard.
"Maya," she gestured to herself, turning to the pub as Richard did.
. 'Wow, it's nice here, innit? You know, best pint of Guinness I ever 'ad was in a little joint in the west of Ireland called RÃŗisÃn Dubh.....It was at that point that a short balding man stumbled into the bar, he held a strong chin up as if to prove he wasn't afraid. However Maya could tell by the twitch of his wrist that he was nervous at least. Smiling to Rich as he finished speaking, Maya realized he had been asking her a question belatedly. She had lost his train of thoughts as her possible client walked into the bar, and instead of coming up with some witty reply Maya just let out a care free laugh.
"You're quite the character Richard, it was lovely talking to you," Maya rotated on the seat, shifting so she could steady herself on the stool by precariously balancing on her knee, "perhaps I'll see you around." She used one hand to support her weight as she leaned across the bar to grab the bottle of whiskey Bridget had been too occupied to serve and a couple of glasses.
Swiftly, Maya was able to get back onto her feet in one smooth movement. Looking back to Richard, a Cheshire smile replaced her grin. "Would love to stay and chat, but I've got business to tend to.." Waving the bottle as an indication and walking away from Richard.
Whiskey hasn't impaired her gait, Maya was still able to glide across the pub effortlessly to the secluded section, seeing Matthew stand as she rounded the corner, surely to guide the balding man to the back. The edges of her mind were fuzzy, but Maya had no problem composing herself for business.
This being a first time meeting, once the man who introduced himself as Gale Pricher mostly was just going through a screening process. For what seemed like hours the two indulged in mild mannered chit chat until the alchohal began to make the otherwise ladylike Maya begin to get a bit of a sailors mouth.
"Don't think ye can fool me, ya bastard."
Maya shouted excitedly as Gale tried to show Maya a magic trick, to which she managed to figure out despite her now drunken state of mind.
Chuckling, Gale made his first slip up of the night. "I wouldn't day Lalita."
Maya stiffened, unable to control her immediate reaction. Briefly she noticed Gale had stiffened as well. Glancing at Matthew who had been with her and Gale as they sat in the booth, she could see he had picked up on Gale's fluke as well. Never had Maya mentioned her nickname, Lalita, a name only used out of pure affection from her mother or those close to her.
Only someone who had been doing their research could know about that name. "Do it again." She said dangerously, leering forward so that her face was only inches from his. She could count the stubby eyelashes framing his cobalt eyes.
Gale looked up at her, locking eyes as he felt the cool metal of her pistol between his legs against his privates. Her face took a deathly serious stare, beside her Matthew drew his own weapon rounding to Gale's side and roughly pulling him out of the booth. A gun clattered to the floor, firing off a bullet into the wall.
"Damnit, keep him quiet." Maya hissed, removing herself from he seat, bending down to pick up the Glock Gale had snuck into the pub. "Not a smart choice Gale." Maya said in a sing song voice, kicking the man in the gonads as Matthew restrained him. Tucking away both weapons, Maya looked to Matthew. "Take him through the back, they had to hear the gun shot - I'll distract everyone....clean this up." She looked to Gale with disgust, he would spend his night having every drop of information tortured out of him until he would end up in the creek, too bloated to be recognizable. He had dug his own grave.
Before the whole IRA would rush to the back room, Maya composed herself and walked back into the main area of the bar. Most of the crowd had gone home over the hours, but there were a few people that seemed to have panic stricken faces at the thought of a gun men in the pub. "No worries, folks. Just had a raccoon amble in through the back door." Maya explained, showing her pistol so others could identify her as the one who fired the shot. People seemed to find a female with a gun less threatening than a brute like Matthew.
Slowly the chatter began to pick up, and those who understood Maya was covering something up carried on to be even more obnoxious as to distract others. Out of the corner of her eye, Maya could see Matthew ushering Gale out through the back. Pretending all was well, Maya approached the brooding figure that had been sitting alone that night.
"Roderick, lovely seeing you." Maya sat across from him, brandishing a faulty smile, "I wish we had more time to catch up, but Matthew actually has something he would need your help with
in the back." she stressed the last part of her sentance as if to press the urgency of the situation. The night would soon be over, their blanket of darkness was the only thing on their side nowadays. Soon the sun would rise and expose the blood that stained their hands.
Before Roderick could respond, Maya left the table, going to where Greyson remained. "We need to catch up on some things, I have something's I have to tell you." Her tone was as if she were a child withholding a secret from a sibling. Greyson was another foreign ethnicity in the IRA, and the two got along well enough. They would crack jokes at others expense or even a couple times play fight when they had enough drinks. However by the look in her eyes, Greyson would be able to tell the seriousness of the situation. "Lunch around 1?"