I don't play nice. Period.

Niamh stood, eyes firmly set on the door of Claire’s apartment. It took her a few moments after the blonde had spoken to realise she’d spoken. “Wha- huh?” she said, blinking and turning to look at the girl. “I- right, yes, sorry. Thanks” she murmured. She pulled her jacket off and lay it neatly on the table beside her. “Thank you, Claire” she told the girl, earnestly before disappearing to shower. She returned later, freshly clean, her red hair, darker in colour due to the water. She was dressed in the clothes lain out. Comfy and feeling safer again. “Hey” she announced.

Claire looked at her friend and sat a cup of tea in front of her, before taking a seat at the table. "Hey." The blonde said looking at the girl with a small smile. "SO who was the guy?" She asked looking at her friend. IT was her job as a banshee to protect others in the gang. Even if it was a customer. 

Niamh strode into the apartment, making sure to distance herself away from the door as much as possible. She then turned to face the door, and the blonde, catching her breath. With wide green eyes, she sighed, shaking her head. “Client, who - doesn’t know what no means…” she said briefly. Her clothes were thrown on, dress not ever zipped up properly, shoes on the wrong feet. Her tights were laddered, her paler skin showing through the slightly darker tanned hosiery. 

Claire looked over the red head for a moment before nodding to the bath. "Go take a hot shower in my room. You know where the towels are and I'll lay out some clean and warm cloths." The blonde said latching her door and going into the kitchen to fix tea for Niamh and coffee for herself. "I'll kick the guys ass later." she said with a shrug, it was her job after all to protect those within the gang. 

"Claire, open up! Please! " Niamh pounded on the blonde’s door. She looked over her shoulder quickly before pushing through the door. One of her ‘clients’ couldn’t grasp the concept that when the money ran out, the session ended. No more.

Claire pulled the door open a blanket the covering her bra and underwear. "What?" She said running her hand through her hair, but stumbled when the red burst through her and into the blondes apartment. The blonde stood there for a moment before groaning ant closing the door behind her. "Who do I need shot?" The blonde said sleep still evident in her voice. She only got one day off, or half a day off. 

Don’t you have a gang of people fighting a war along side you? Im reading your palm not your mind. 

I do. But they're just co-workers nothing more. There's nothing to hide. No huge secret nothing. 

Do you let any one in and tell everyone everything no matter what, there is a strange sense of not telling people something and its a big something. 

I don't have anyone to tell my secrets too. I just fight that's all I am and that's all I have. Oh what is that big something? 

Lucky guess. Anyone can tell that....I'm not safeguarded or defensive. 

Alright have a seat and hand me your left palm. 

Pity. I bet your palm is an amazing tale.

I'm sure it does. Fine, I spare a few moments. 

Yes talents not anyone can do what I do. I take you have never had your fortune read. 

Several times when I was in my teens. But they were always wrong. 

Sure you have no reason to stay my talents are free to all Banshees and Angels. 

Talents? Sorry if I'm not a believer of all that..you do. 

Poor soul. Is that all you came in for? 

Aye. Now that, that is said. I'll be on my way. 

I take it this boy owes the Banshees something? 

A lot of somethings. 

No Sorry can’t say that i did. 

Bugger. That's the second time he got away. Well, I can't be perfect everytime. 

Yeah did you see a red head boy run in here? 

See you around boss.

No thanks, Miss Brady. I'm afraid I would start a fight. I think you rather keep the peace...well a little.