Set-Up Meetings - Closed

A Teachable Moment - Closed

“Good lad,” he grunted before another gulp of the ale. Sikes blinked a few times to clear the grogginess from his vision “-but y’missed something... see a few sailors, means more,” his eyes moved to the boy now “-ships ain’t small. Lots of bodies, lots of boys lookin’ fer a bit of tumble in the sheets. And wot we gotta make sure... issat they go t’one of OUR establishments... not someone else’s,” he smirked wryly “-go over there... give them lads the tip about Nancy and Fan’s place. They’ll tell their friends, and soon we’ll ‘ave a full house of drunk and twisted up lads, easy f’pickin’,”

feminaadler started following you

“I don’t need anyone t’do my stealin’ for me. You wanna sing… we offer two bob a night, and you can sing y’heart out,” he stepped aside, allowing her entrance to the now silent grungy pub. He himself returned to his corner by the fire, snatching up the billy-club in his hand and easing back into the worn old chair, watching her.

Irene didn’t let anyone tell her what to do, especially not some stranger who attempted to intimidate her. Irene got herself a glass of red, deciding to sit herself down upon an empty seat. She could see him keeping an eye on her. She gave a small huff grabbing her drink making her way over to him. Irene didn’t even bother to ask if she could sit, instead she just placed herself down, drink on table. “Have you ever heard of a man called Professor Jim or James Moriarty?” Irene asked simply.

One bleary eye glanced over to the woman. She had enough spitfire for an entire fucking blacksmith. And here she was, uninvited. Sitting beside Bill like he was some common navvy. His top lip curled away from a single dog-tooth as he eyed her “-if I ‘ad. Do you think I’d be fuckin’ dumb enough t’go talking about him in a public bar, to some... piece of skirt who flutters ‘er lashes?”

feminaadler started following you

“I don’t need anyone t’do my stealin’ for me. You wanna sing... we offer two bob a night, and you can sing y’heart out,” he stepped aside, allowing her entrance to the now silent grungy pub. He himself returned to his corner by the fire, snatching up the billy-club in his hand and easing back into the worn old chair, watching her.

feminaadler started following you

There was a snort as he eyed her. She was a dish, and no mistake. But she had a lot of lip. Business and pleasure didn’t mix. So which would she be? “-Let me... explain a lil’bit how business works in London-Town, my girl,” he said, and adjusted the flat-cap upon his head “-nobody even so much as picks a pocket... without my say so. You understand? Every thug, grunt, thief and crook in London, works, because I allow. Do you think I’d like someone.. flashy like you jus’waltz in and name her price?”

feminaadler started following you

When asked who he was, several people visibly winced. A few others drew in sharp breath. Bill’s bearded scruffed face gave a wide, mirthless smile “-I... am the man ‘ho says wot comes and goes ‘round ‘ere,” he explained, and gestured vaguely to the bar “-and you.. youse that lady thief, wot steals without gettin’ caught. So I’s been told,”