Realistic or Modern Empire City: The Irish Mob - Bonus Scenes (Closed)

[Bellz]

The Black Hat
Gentlemen’s Club
~ Soho, London ~
Friday, 24th October 1997

Jolene Foley
(Jeanie Porter) ​

Jeanie had seen the smirk on Logan's face, wondering what the hell he was so pleased about. But it was there and gone in an instant before she could say anything. Watching him, she listened as she said not to flatter herself, asking what made her think that he was stepping in to save her. The irritation she felt couldn't be ignored but...the smile on Logan's face and the admittance that he'd felt the knee to the groin himself weirdly enough made her smile, if only a little. "And let that be a fucking lesson to you, hmm?" She managed to get in, pointing a finger at him before he went on to tilt his head and quirk his brows, questioning her about her comment about him being handsome.

Jeanie rolled her eyes, scoffing, not bothering to answer as she moved back to try and busy herself with something to keep the color on her cheeks at bay. As she pretended to be busy, she listened to him explain himself. The man understood she didn't need his help talking that guy on but he stepped in because she'd had the jerk right where she wanted him. That sentence made her stop whatever she was doing to roll her head back up to look at him. This stranger didn't want her to get in trouble with all these witnesses? Why did he care what happened to her? If it was Jeanie she wouldn't have inserted herself in such a way. Live and let live. As they say, even if that means letting someone get in trouble.

She learned the hard way from a young age that no matter who it was, people were going to make whatever choices they wanted to make. Even if those choices hurt others or themselves. Intentional or not, didn't matter. They all had the same consequences. These days, she just decided to come by her choices honestly and lean into her bad ones more often than not without anyone stopping her. The only person she was hurting was herself, by design, of course. "Dangerous game, Scotland. Don't threaten me with a good time." Jeanie said, letting out a slow chuckle.

" And to answer your earlier question." The brunette said, moving to stand in front of him behind the bar, leaning her forearms against it as her hips jutted out, "You're handsome. But don't get too excited. I can look past that smile of yours when you're standing in the way of what I want." Jeanie teased, giving him a devious smile before biting her lower lip. While this man had irritated her before, she couldn't help the flirtatious energy that dripped from her now. Looking to his pint, her blue eyes slowly carved their way up his hands to his face about to ask him if he wanted another drink, on the house given the circumstances. Once again, annoyingly, she was interrupted. This time one of the girls was more or less her manager when Riley wasn't in.

"Gimme a second, will you?" Jeanie asked, rolling her eyes and turning to let the woman pull her to the side. There was a brief but tense exchange between the pair and after a few minutes, it was determined that Jeanie would be leaving. Most of the people in the club were put off by what happened for good reason and it was just best that she go home for the night. Since it was slow, they had enough people to cover. After a tense goodbye from the woman, Jeanie returned to the bar to cash out her tips and say goodbye to the man keeping her company. "Looks like they are cutting me loose for the night. Scaring the men." She breathed out, moving to grab her tips and count them.

"I can get you another drink before I go..." She murmured, "On me, I normally don't do that kind of thing but...since you're being that handsome hero to that drunk guy and all, figure it was the least I could do. Prevented a murder, think that deserves a reward." The woman said, cracking a smile. After counting the majority of her tips, she stopped and looked at him, "Your boys gonna tear their eyes away enough to show you around? Almost feel like I'm leaving a puppy on the side of the road." Her voice was slightly teasing though her face was serious. While she wasn't necessarily up for committing to showing this man around, Jeanie just didn't want to leave it all on this note.

 

[Misty Gray]

The Black Hat Gentlemen's Club
~ Soho, London ~

Logan Thomson​

Logan couldn't help but find it amusing when Jeanie scoffed at him pointing out she'd referred to him as handsome. He decided not to push his luck on the subject and left it at that, for now. Whilst she'd turned her attention back onto work, she did look back to him after hearing that he'd stepped in to stop her from getting into trouble rather than because he thought she needed saving.

Eventually, it was Jeanie who returned to the matter of her calling him handsome. She admitted it was true but told him not to get excited about it. "Well, I'll try not to stand in the way of what you want. But if it's me you want, how does that work? Can I stand in your way then?" he flirtatiously teased. Logan noticed her looking to his pint and he was about to ask for another until one of her colleagues interrupted them. He nodded his head in understanding when Jeanie excused herself.

Logan tried not to be nosy, but he couldn't help but look at the two women and see the exchange appeared tense. He figured it was because of what had just happened between Jeanie and the drunken man, so it wasn't entirely surprising. Despite understanding why Jeanie might be penalised for her behaviour, he couldn't help but find himself wanting to take her side on it. Maybe it was crazy to pull out a knife, but the man had been rude and overstepped his boundaries, so Logan felt Jeanie was justified in standing up for herself.

When Jeanie explained that she'd been told to end her shift, Logan nodded in understanding. "Aye, that makes sense. The men in here do seem a little fragile, so you can't go scaring them away," he remarked, shaking his head. “Shame, though. You’ve been the only interesting part about this place.” When she offered him another drink, Logan looked at his pint glass and knew he could do with many more drinks if he was to survive being in the club. He smirked back at her when she said the drink was on her, but now she would be finishing her shift, it seemed like there wasn't any motivation for him to stay, not even the beer.

"Don't you worry about me. I'm more than used to spending time in my own company - I just choose to place myself in places I know I'll enjoy," he assured her. "Thank you for the offer of another drink, but I'm going to take this as my cue to ditch," he told her. Looking over his shoulder, he could see Owen and Luke were pretty much glued to the stage, so he knew he could make a smooth escape. He sent her another smile before taking his mobile phone and quickly typing a message for the two men to let them know he was leaving. "Better let those two idiots know I've left." Whether they saw it in time or not wasn't a concern to him, he'd just rather not tell them in person and be dragged into staying.

 

[Bellz]

The Black Hat
Gentlemen’s Club
~ Soho, London ~
Friday, 24th October 1997

Jolene Foley
(Jeanie Porter) ​

Jeanie had smirked in a wry sort of way, not one to hide the disgust or annoyance from her face at a situation that didn't go exactly the way she wanted it to; at least one of the men in this club understood the fragility of the others. That wry smirk had softened when Logan admitted that she was the only interesting part about the club. While she wasn't sure if that was a compliment or some sort of double-meaning insult, it still felt...weirdly good to hear. Logan told her not to worry about him, that he was more than used to spending time in his own company and she pursed her lips but gave a nod as he said he would take this as his cue to ditch.

"A man who knows exactly where he wants to be when he wants to be there, I like it, respect it. And no need to thank me, I uh-" Jeanie's words caught in her throat. The unfamiliarity of thanking absolutely anyone for helping her with anything caught her off-guard. Instead of thanking him, the words just ran dry. Logan instead took out his phone to message whoever he needed to and Jeanie quickly went back to counting the rest of her tips before closing out the register for her shift. "Through a message huh? I've dumped exes through better communication. Those poor guys are going to be heartbroken." The woman teased, smiling despite her overall sour mood.

Jeanie moved around the bar corner to grab her bag and riding jacket, unlocking it from the safe in the hallway and grabbing what she needed before locking it up again and shoving her tip money inside her wallet. When she returned she looked to Logan, "Need an escort out, make sure you're not followed? My bike is just parked in the lot out front. Besides you probably will make me look less threatening in all of my murderous swagger getting out of here." The brunette chuckled, rolling her eyes as she pointed to the exit. Whether he followed her or not, that was where she was headed. The crisper night air greeted her and sent a chill down her spine. She was quick to pull her riding jacket over her shoulders, reaching into her purse to fish for her pack of cigarettes and her lighter. When her hands finally found what they were looking for, her eyes eventually found Logan again, though it hadn't been addressed before...Jeanie's mind was brought back to what he said in the club, how he flirted with her.

"If it's you I want, you can stand in my way." She hummed flirtatiously, a cigarette between her lips now as she moved to light it. "And I don't usually say that you know? I think I'm being pretty nice here. I think people who used to know me would be shocked." Jeanie gave a light laugh. "Though I'm not sure you're ever going to take that leap to figure out if that's exactly what I want." Jeanie took a long drag before pulling the cigarette from her lips and releasing the smoke slowly. She raised her eyebrows at Logan, smirking again as she waited for him to speak, leaning against a light post.

 

[Misty Gray]

The Black Hat Gentlemen's Club
~ Soho, London ~

Logan Thomson​

"Life's too short to deny what you want, so I'm not wasting another second in here just to please those two," Logan told Jeanie. When she told him he didn't need to thank her, he hung on her words, expecting more, but she didn't finish saying whatever she was going to. Whilst he figured stopping her from killing someone and getting locked away for murder was a reason to be thanked, he was fully aware she owed him nothing. She didn't seem like the type of person to ask for help, nor did she believe she needed it, so he wasn't about to challenge the ideal of a woman he'd only just met. He'd faced his own share of being critcised and offered unwanted advice from people who didn't know him or the circumstances that had made him who he was, so he wasn't about to inflict that on Jeanie when he knew nothing about her.

Logan grinned when Jeanie commented on him texting Luke and Owen to ditch them. "Fuck 'em. Besides, I think they'll get over it," he remarked, briefly looking towards the women on the stage.

Jeanie had soon got her belongings together and returned to Logan, asking him if he needed her to walk him out. He raised his eyebrows when she mentioned her bike and his eyes naturally looked at the riding jacket she was holding. "You've got a bike? Now, that I do want to see..." he said, letting out a low whistle. Not only did he love anything to do with cars and motorbikes, but the mental image of Jeanie riding was more than enough to pique his interest. Logan decided to follow her out of the club, catching up to her side so he could address her again. "Let me walk with you, for the safety of the public," he played along with her suggestion he'd make her look less threatening.

The cold air didn't hit Logan as much as it had Jeanie. Where he'd spent all of his life was colder than London, so the current temperature of the city was still slightly warmer than Fort William had been when he left. He watched as Jeanie put the jacket over her shoulders, appreciating that look on her, but deciding not to comment at that moment. As it happened, she bet him to it, on the flirting front. She referenced back to him standing in her way but then went on to say people who knew her would be shocked at how nice she was being. She came across as a complicated woman and whilst it felt like she was giving him an open invite to make a move, he was also aware she seemed the unpredictable type. As was often his mindset as of late, he was reminded of his belief that he had nothing to lose. On top of that, he'd only met Jeanie a short time ago and would likely never see her again. Other than a repairable dent to his ego, there was nothing to lose. The bigger loss would be letting the beautiful woman walk away without even trying. The man was a gambler and a risk-taker, so his next moves were no surprise.

Logan laughed along with her baiting him about not believing he'd take the leap of faith. As she leaned against the lamppost and held her cigarette, Logan stepped closer to her, leaving little space between them as he lifted his arm to rest his hand on the post above her head. With his other hand, he lightly wrapped his fingers around her wrist and moved her hand towards his face so he could take a drag of her cigarette. Letting go of her hand, he turned away from her to blow the smoke out away from her face. He then looked back at her, his eyes fixing on her face. "I'm standing in your way," he suggestively told her.

 

[Bellz]

The Black Hat
Gentlemen’s Club
~ Soho, London ~
Friday, 24th October 1997

Jolene Foley
(Jeanie Porter) ​

There were only a few beats of heavy tension between them, but Jeanie could sense that maybe Logan was thinking things through. She couldn't blame him. The behavior she displayed there was enough to scare any sane person away if he were to pass on whatever they had...as little as it was, she wouldn't be extremely hurt by it. It would just confirm that most people couldn't handle her and never would be able to. But then Logan had been laughing along with her, and her eyes found his, watching as he stepped closer to her, her smirk slowly started to fade...though she hardly noticed.

There was little space between them as the man lifted his arm to rest his hand on the post above her head and her wide blue eyes followed his other hand as it lightly wrapped his fingers around her wrist. The woman didn't move, didn't jolt to defend herself like she did in the club. Instead, her breath caught in her throat as his touch sent a slight shock down her arm, watching all the while as Logan turned her wrist in his fingers so that he could guide her hand towards his face, allowing him to take a drag from the cigarette that sat delicately between her index and middle finger. Any other time, it would have angered her. But she stood, almost in some sort of...dumbfounded trance...watching his lips wrap around her cigarette, taking a drag.

When Logan let go of her hand, Jeanie hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath, causing her to suck in a quiet shaky breath as he turned to blow the smoke away from her face. When he looked back, she'd recovered, her eyes staring at him as his own fixed on her face. Another heavy beat of tension before he suggestively said, I'm standing in your way. That he was. And what did she have to lose from this? Nothing. So why was she being so extra cautious at this moment, when she could be tangling her fists in his shirt and pulling him into her? She played the game, set up the match, and now when she could take what she wanted? Jeanie bought herself some time by simply taking another drag from her cigarette before dropping the stick and stomping it with her shoe lightly on the ground, stubbing it out. She held the smoke in her mouth for a long moment, just letting it make her headlight before turning her head to blow it away from Logan's face. When Jeanie turned back to face him, her eyes were heavy with a fervor that she didn't necessarily want to admit to but couldn't exactly run from. Her head was now swimming from the nicotine, the comedown of whatever it was that happened in the club...and whatever was happening between them at that moment..."I'm not going to stop you." She said, finally, her voice low as her eyes moved from his eyes to his lips. "Don't say I didn't warn you..."

Jeanie pushed off the light post, only lightly, reaching forward to grab Logan's shirt in one of her fists like she had wanted to do before pulling him closer to her. Her body molded against his as her lips found his. If he was going to stand in her way, so be it. Her other hand grabbed at his shoulder, holding him in place as she deepened the kiss for a few long moments. When Jeanie pulled away, she was a bit breathless, from smoking previously, and now the intensity she felt...it was all just odd. "....by the way, I wouldn't call taking a drag from my cigarette a leap of faith." She managed to smile, still breathless as she baited him, leaning back against the light post.

 

[Misty Gray]

The Black Hat Gentlemen's Club
~ Soho, London ~

Logan Thomson​

Somewhere up to the point where he'd blown out the smoke and turned back to Jeanie, Logan had expected some kind of slap on the face or knee to the nuts. Anything. The woman was clearly fiery from what he'd witnessed in the club, so a significant part of him had expected her to reject his advances in a physical way. Instead, she was looking straight at him and giving off no signs she wanted him to leave her personal space. There was another tense pause as Jeanie proceeded to take a drag from her cigarette and then dropped it on the floor to stub out. After she'd blown out the smoke, she turned back to look at him.

"I'm not going to stop you," Jeanie said, drawing a broad, suggestive smile from Logan. He let out a small laugh as she then told him not to say she didn't warn him. "I never did like taking warnings," he quietly told her. He was soon silenced as the attractive young woman grabbed his shirt and pulled him in close. Their lips met as she moved in against him. Logan felt his heart racing in his chest as he lowered his arm from the lamppost so he could instead rest his hand on her hip. The kiss intensified as he put his other arm around her, his hand pressing against the middle of her back to hold her close.

When Jeanie pulled away from the kiss, he naturally released her from the close embrace and took both hands off of her. When she teased about his leap of faith, he let out a scoff. "Hey, I just got here from some boring small town. I still need to work on my big city chat-up lines," the drily remarked. He took a small step back as she leaned against the lamppost again. Folding his arms, he flashed her a boyish smile. "Whatever it was, I still got you to kiss me, so something worked..."

-- The End --​