((I dunno XP))

Joaquin raised an eyebrow when the man walked out. "He's an odd one." she muttered. "One minute he wants to kill me the next he won't stop lpoking. Then he won't even look at all."

She opened the door to the back office and placed the money on Ron's desk. "Hey paid half. Why didn't you just come out yourself?"

He looked up at her grimly. "Where did you get the car?" she shrugged and headed to the door. "A boyfriend." she shrugged nonchalantly as she walked out.

"You're lucky they think it's a mob hit!" he called after her. She had no time for his nonsense. She didn't need to admit to anything. She headed up the street for that muffin.

((I can't wait till the romance starts XD))

((Lol I know XD Psycopaths don't just ask eachother out do they? Specially because they're sworn to hate eachother XD Joey's predictable she's always at a bar somewhere doesn't matter the time XD Or she's out doing I dunno what XP))

((That is so incredibly random XD The whole I hate you, next minute we're fine and then oh this is awkward XD Lol let's go for it XD want me to start off with Joey in the bar? Or you wanna start?))

((Lols yeah XD I got my laptop back just now. Hopefully there won't be as many iPod screw ups in my posts XP

I'll try and get something up in a few...))

The day was uneventful, beside that weird meeting this morning with the suit whos car she took a crow bar to, Joaquin hadn't seen much action. She ran her finger around the edge of her glass.

"Want another one?" Came an accented voice infront of her. She looked up and grinned. "Hit me up Irish."

The man nodded and poured her another shot. She swung it back with ease and looked around. She didn't much feel like flirting tonight, though she was well aware of the guys that were trying to egg on their friend to come and talk to her. "Another drink from him." The bartender said. She nodded at the group who cheered. She rolled her ice and stared down at the liquid.

((SOrry for taking so long with a fail XP I had to do something for my cousin XP))

((I am so diggin your first person dude ^^ Its like I'm in his mind))

"Joaquin. To the left."

She raised and eyebrow and looked over the stools, noticing a man quickl avert his eyes. It was him, the one who destroyed her bike, made her get a new one. The one that now made everything that was so enjoyable seem so horribly boring.

"Looks like you've got yourself another admirer." The bartender joked as he took her empty glass. She nodded and watched him. Why the hell is he here right now? she thought running a hand through her hair, this was not normal. You don't run into the same man three times, at least she never did.

"Thanks for the heads up, Irish." she said sliding off her stool. If she'd seen him three times, something was up. That just didn't happen to her, either he was a cop, or the universe was sending a weird message.

As she headed over the guy from earlier seemed ready to make his move. He stood infront of her and started blubbering some stuff out. She smiled at his stupidity and patted his chest. "Not tonight hon, you shouldn't have listened to your friends." she said as she brushed past him to get to the one she really wanted to talk to. She she reached him she sat herself on the stool next to him and just watched him for a while before opening her mouth to speak. "Are you following me?"

"Ha!" She scoffed leaning against the table and crossing her legs. "I'm in the bar so much, Irish says I should pay rent."

She looked around the place for a moment before speaking again. This was an odd situtation for her, and she was never one who was lost for words. She could keep up a conversation for hours on end with someone she didn't even like. Blowing hair out of her face she turned her attention back to the man. "Look if you're a cop, you can just pull out the handcuffs and arrest me now. There's no way I run into a man three times and he's not a cop."

She looked at him trying to gauge a reaction, though she didn't feel like looking at him anoymore she pushed hair from her face again and sighed. "If you're not a cop the universe is sending one sick message." She spun herself in the stool bored. She waved at the bartender her slid down a drink her way. She motioned to Nick and he sent down another. She pushed the glass towards him.

((Oh silly Nick. The universe wants you get together and kill people. The couple that kills together, stay together. Unless they kill eachother -shot- XD))

Joaquin peered at him, one eyebrow slightly raised at his last muttered statement. He was right, what he said made sense. Though she didn't know the answer herself. She was also wonder why he was now able to look at her, looks as if drinks loosened him up a bit. She made a mental note to remember that.

"Alright suit I believe you, plus cops never dress nice. Unless they're feds, but nothing I've done is bad enough for the feds to come after me so..." she didn't bother to finish and just downed her drink, feeling as the burn slowly turned into a dull numbness.

She looked back over at Nick. "So, whats up suit. Wife mad at you? Never seen guys like you in bars like these." she said blandly. Though he mind suddenly wondered if that would be considered rude and non of her buisness. Hell, she didn't care, he'd let her know anyways.

((Lol it's alright CH XD Man, I need a nickname for you XD))

Joaquin noticed his shift and that he was now facing her so she took that as a good sign. "Well..." she started seemingly thinking. "For one your in suit. So you must have a good job or something. I pick guys like you all the time. The easiet targets, pompous asses think they're desirable. It's funny when they notice their wallets are missing."

She motioned for another drink before taking to him again. "Though I don't think you're a lawyer, maybe a buisness man? Hell I give up." she turned and propped her elbows up on the table relaxing herself. "It's just that men in nice suits never come in here unless they've been fired or head it out with a missis."

((Nope, I fail too XP))

((Lols XD))

"Oh hell no." Joey laughed taking a swing of her refilled glass. "I killed my last boyfriend."

She stopped. Her lawyers and everyone had told her not to say it like that. 'You'll get arrested Joey' they said, 'He was abusive, you did it in self defense.' Self defense my ass, she thought. She abused him just as much as he did her. That was all their relationship was, amoung other things. She ran her tongue along her lip as she tought about how it actually felt to plunge the knife into him like that.

She shook her head and ran her hand through her hair. "I mean, he was abusive, it was self defense." from her tone of voice though, it was easy to hear how that was a rehersed phrase. She brought the glass to her lips and drank down. "Yep, never want one of those again. Stay single is perfect for me." she said mostly into her glass.

"Well anyways here's to not being fired and for not having a nagging wife for when you go home." she raised her glass to him as if she'd just said anything weird.