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She had even been offered a job from National Geographic to come along with them on a trip to the piers of Alexandria in Egypt for a piece they're working on because of the Cleopatra exhibit's success on it's world tour in 2011. She was committed to Unicef for the five years though so she turned them down. But honestly, the idea of applying there now that those were over with had crossed her mind. Plus she would be in DC which is a lot closer to New York where she had lived in her young teen years with her father and where Haley and Rose, her only family left really(excluding her estranged sister) were. Mary had always been jealous of Haley and Rose. Rose was her cousin, Haley was Rose's half sister on the other side, no real blood relation between Mary and Haley but they all seemed like family. But no, she had come back to Valkyrie. Perhaps it was because of the Earthquake. She felt she needed to show support, maybe it was Reed on some level. Who knew? It saddened her. The trip had not been a mistake and she would never even think that but she still was lost on her future and what it would entail. Mary wished with all her heart that one day she would just wake up and know for sure what she wanted with her life. Just know and go for it. She could do it if she knew what it was. For right now though, this place was where she felt she needed to be... maybe... aw fuck she hated being indecisive. Just another think she was not a fan of in herself. Haley, Rose they both seemed to have such specific and decisive ideas about their futures. Haley had wanted to be a designer since she was eight years old. Rose knew she wanted to dance since she was a kid and wanted to be a professor of Literature since she was about eleven. You want to know what Mary has wanted to be since she was eleven. Well, she wanted to be a photographer, a journalist, a book store owner in New York, a news anchor, a meteorologist, an anthropologist, a professor in history, geography, and literature. She has wanted to be a novelist, a screen writer, she wanted to be an ambassador to China, the president, a philosopher, own a homeless shelter, run a non-prophit and pretty much every job on the planet excluding running for an elected office. She had no interest in being president. She wasn't exactly that girl who got every one to love her. She was too opinionated, she would be more like Hilary Clinton if anyone. Her father was a speech writer for some politicians in New York City, it was why they moved away from Ireland in the first place. Mary's sister, Cory, had decided to stay with her Aunt and live in Ireland. That move had always made Mary angry. It caused a permanent scar in their relationship as sisters. That added to the blow out fight they had at their Dad's funeral. Mary knew that eventually she wanted to make it right, but despite the fact that she was alone, she still felt things with Cory were too fresh to deal with now. She had time. Mary had a sore, incredibly sore reunion with Reed and honestly, she needed some friendly faces. There was a bar in Valkyrie, away from the strip and the other fancy clubs Mary could never get into. It wasn't as crowded as Bad Seeds, or owned by cold shouldered best friends. It was just a fun casual bar, called Landmark. Pool tables, darts, booths and tables, great deals, a jukebox that usually only played classic rock, vending machines, some arcade games. It had a lot of regular customers. Felt more like the good ol' neighborhood bars her dad used to take her too, not to drink, obviously, but to hang out and have a good time. Mary had been going there for the past few weeks, getting to know some of the people. It only began because she needed a quiet place to have a drink, she was not exactly in the best of times right now. The red head walked into the bar and pulled off her jacket, hanging it up before stepping up to the bar, "Mary! let me guess, MGD?" Mary smiled and nodded, "Of course, do I ever get anything different?" The bartender, large guy named Ted shook his head and poured her a beer from tap and passed it over to her. "On the house" He said before he began to dry some clean glasses. "What brings you here tonight?" He asked as she took a sip. Mary set the glass down, "Needed to breathe, you?" Ted shrugged from behind the bar, "Work... you know, owning a bar, same old same old." Mary laughed as she reached down and took another drink, shaking her head slightly, "I need to stop befriending people who own bars." Ted laughed and shook his head, "Nah, you just need to stop befriendin assholes who own bars." The older man said, Mary had told him all about Reed a few nights back when drunk. She becomes a bit of a chatter box when under the influence. She smiled slightly, "Good point." She muttered under breath. Reed was not an asshole. He was just in a lot of pain, his fiance had died. Had to be tough. There, she made herself feel like a good person by having her mind be understanding, now she needed a distraction. They trip through the day And waste all their thoughts at night

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---LIFE HAD BEEN HARD NOT TOO FAR BACK ON WILL TYLER'S TIMELINE. he was one of those guys where high school had been his golden years. he'd been liked by almost everybody, on top of the world. sure, he had a lot going on since he was working more hours than your typical teenager to help provide for his mom, but he had been content with his life. he'd been happy. and then high school ended and he was welcomed into the real world with cold, strangling arms. it wasn't like he had been surprised, because he'd worked so much before, but it was different. it was a hard realization to understand he would probably never be anything more productive than a ups driver. but if it kept his mom feeling stress free, and gave his sisters a better chance than he had, well he was going to march on through the mist that shrouded his future. he couldn't see what would come; he had no idea where he would have been in ten years at the age of eighteen. the naive teen would have never guessed that he would be who he was today. but it was a long, bumpy path that had gotten him there. the gambling addiction came early on. maybe it was the competitiveness, or the adrenaline, but he couldn't keep away from it. it was like it had been the very blood that beat through his veins. and then he was starting to run out of money, which defeat the purpose of his desolate support all five women in his life future. so that's when he had gone looking to borrow money, because he couldn't admit to his family that he clearly had a problem. but the money, if he could make it big in gambling, they wouldn't have any more worries. he could take care of them all and make all those people who ever doubted him eat their words. of course his temper set him back a few months when he ended up in jail for beating the living daylights out of his little sister's angry boyfriend. but he got out and settled back in, though jobs were harder to get, so he didn't get very good ones, and spent most of his time wasting the day at the inferno. and then his childhood friends finley and jack walked back into his life and things turned around.

it was just a joke. he really hadn't intended for them to become criminals. yes, he had gone to the big house once, but it wasn't a big part of who he was. it had been seven years ago at that point. he wasn't a criminal, just a pissed off, overprotective older brother. that was it. but fin had taken the idea to heart, and so it began. it was right on time too, considering the gambling sharks had been coming after him with less of a i.o.u. and more of a bloodlust. they were tired of waiting for will to pay up, and they were starting to get violent. he could remember a few times where he'd been melodramatically beat up in an alley. some people probably thought that was a strictly movie thing, but it wasn't. oh boy, it wasn't, and he'd once had the bruises to prove it. but the formation of their heist team had been utter brilliance. will hadn't even hesitated when accepting the idea. they got their guys, and then they were set. they had participated in anything from bank robberies to stealing paintings, jewels, whatever. and the best part was they hadn't even been suspects in any of them, not a single one. nobody even blinked in their direction. complete amateurs, and yet they were outsmarting cops and detectives all along the california coastline. will himself found that quite impressive. things got a little tense sometimes between he and jack since will wasn't keen on being the follower, he couldn't help it, the word spontaneous was etched into his bones. but those little bickering never lasted long, they were all practically like brothers. and they were bound together with the bad blood of being screwed over. whatever the renewed reason behind their success though, will was doing better. he had plenty of money to go around, he had his friends, and he had his family. there wasn't much more he could think of to ask for out of life, because at the moment, he truly felt like he had it all.

almost all, anyway,

he didn't talk about it often, or ever actually. it was like it never happened. he never even thought about it. out of sight, out of mind, right? but a few years back, will had been in love. he wasn't proud of it, because he considered it a weakness, or pathetic. maybe he was just embarrassed or ashamed because of the way it ended up, but despite any of that, he'd much rather forget about it. and he did. she was the first girl he'd ever really felt attached to, the first one he'd ever really been steady with. will was something of a womanizer. he liked to spend time with them, hang out, and then when they got too clingy or wanted more, he was out. maybe it was less of a womanizer, and more that he just wanted friends. hot friends that he could make out with. but with lauren it had been different, because he didn't want to tear away when they'd gotten closer. he had never dreamed of tearing away. but she did it for him. she took her nails and dug them under his skin and pried them away from each other. she hadn't just left him, but she had cheated on him. it was funny, but had somebody been forced to bet on it, they probably put their money on him being the unfaithful one, but somehow that wasn't the case because he had been whole heartedly devoted to her. but he got over it, sort of. he busied himself up with his new life, and he still had his gambling. at least he wasn't drowning away his sorrows in booze, because those people were pathetic. he could face his problems without an altered state of mine, and he could send them away without putting some poison into his liver. but after that, he'd sort of turned to stone when it came to serious relationships. he was back to his old self, going for women for the sake of women themselves. anything steady wasn't a part of his interests.

will wasn't much of a drinker. he never had been. in fact, he rarely drank at all unless it was a night out with the boys or something. and even then he sometimes stayed out of it. somebody had to be the designated driver, anyway. when will tyler went into a bar, he was usually looking for a babe to pick up, or maybe a quick game of pool. or he just wanted to watch the game and eat some nachos or something, regardless, it wasn't for the jack daniels sitting behind the counter. he'd been around valkyrie a while, and he was familiar with all the bars around town. the expensive, and the dingy. today he was feeling like something in between. landmark was his type of hangout. casual but clean cut, just a nice place to hang around. he was pretty well acquainted with the people there, he had been for years. "hey ted," he called as he came through the door. the bartender smiled and waved lazily at him as he spoke to a redhead at the bar. will didn't pay much attention, scoping out the patrons of the day. most of them he'd seen around. there was an empty pool table that caught his attention. he needed a playing partner. he strode over to the bar, "the usual?" he asked, his mouth pulling up into a half smile. ted rolled his eyes and got out the root beer. it made people laugh to see the big, brawny typical hot shot drinking soda when he could be having a burban. but they always shut their mouths because his temper tantrums were well renowned. will sat down on the stool, spinning around with his elbows on the counter. "you haven't been around in a while," ted mused as he poured the silly drink into a glass. "i've been working," will turned back around to look at him, a mischievous smile on his lips, his eyebrows raising precariously on his forehead. the glass was passed to him and he took a sip. now that was the stuff. "are you gonna ever tell me what brand this is?" it was the best damn root beer he'd ever tasted. "not on your life. then you won't come back and spend that mysterious dough," will laughed as ted went over to help another customer.

he bobbed his head quietly to the song before finally remembering the redheaded girl that was here before him. he didn't recognize her. suddenly, will looked up and to his left where she was sitting, "i don't recognize you," he said, smirking slightly. there was something different about her. she didn't seem like the usual vaklyrie girl, with those conformist blue eyes, blonde hair, incredibly underweight with those fake tans. don't get him wrong, he liked those typical valkyrie girls just as much as the next guy, but he wasn't the type who had a type. if somebody intrigued him, then they were his type. plus, he didn't recognize her. that counted for something, right? "and i have a deal for you," he continued slowly, "play me at a game of darts. i win and you tell me your name and give me your number. you win... well, you can decide." he chuckled slightly, grinning. sure, she probably would have told him her name anyway, but where was the fun in that? he'd much rather make things interesting with the pretty redhead.

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[mary]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #3f041b solid 30px; ] They come on like they're peaceful But inside they're so uptight OUTFIT: HERE. TAGGED: wary! --- MARY WAS FAR FROM THE AVERAGE AMERICAN GIRL BUT EVEN further from the average Valkyrie, California girl. She was not a criminal, for one. She didn't wear.. well really any make up apart from some neutral eyeshadow and mascara when she was going out, although a lot of the time it was just mascara even. She didn't bother. She knew she was far from the beauty queens and the fashionistas. PLus she didn't really know how to do much make up. She hated lipstick because it smelt funny. She hated lipgloss because it made her lips feel sticky. No, she was the type of girl who stuck to Chapstick. Sometimes shimmer chapstick which allowed a little more color but again, usually only if she's going out. And while many girls in the Valkyrie had traveled, most of them traveled to shop or to steal things. But it was always about that. Things. Why? Mary understood better than anyone how a thing could be sentimental. on her 13th birthday Mary was given a beautiful copy of The Book the Once and Future King from her father. Beautiful hard cover copy, He wrote a very sweet inscription inside the cover that she just can't remember which kills her because this was the last gift her father ever gave her. Just about a week later he died of a brain aneurism. The whole thing crushed Mary. She clung to old records of her fathers and the Once and Future King for weeks while she still lived in their apartment. Until Uncle Ben, not really her uncle, but father's friend. She had to go live with him, still in New York though thankfully. In the shuffle of moving, Ben found the old copy of the Once and Future King and it got lost and now every time Mary finds an inscribed copy of Once and Future King in a second hand bookstore, she buys it. It becomes more tradition than logical because she knows she'll never find it, she even buys the other editions. But it was not the value of that book that made it important. Greed for money she didn't understand. Having enough to get you and your family by with moderate comfort was a fine enough desire but the rolexes and the diamond earrings? It didn't make sense to her. Mary had traveled around the world, but it was to help people. She experienced incredible things. She had spent five years with Unicef and after all of it, she had come back to a Valkyrie that had been shaken by an earthquake. Mary Connors had been across the world in Kenya at the time. She spent those five years working as a paid intern for Unicef and now she was back and working for them part time, in Borders the other times. While Mary had always been one of the smart ones, she graduated college at nineteen after all, she had never been one of those people who had long term goals. She majored in Anthropology but mostly because she couldn't keep switching her major or she would never graduate. And then she got a chance to participate in the Junior Professional Program for Unicef. It began with a two year program over seas. She worked so hard they offered her a job and suddenly two years became five years. Not only had it been five years since she had been in Valkyrie, it had been five years since she had been in the Western world. She spent the first year in Kathmandu, Nepal. The next two years in South India. A part of the third year in Bangladesh and then the rest of it in Maldives before they went from South Asia to northern Africa. First they went to Libya, then Tunisia for about nine months. Then they moved down to Kenya where they stayed for an extended period working to put together a school and medical center. That was her life abroad. And yes, it was not the same reflection that revealed itself for most of the girls around. And yet, Mary could not help looking at the other girls with a strange mixture of envy and pity. She felt bad for the girls at Bare in their miniskirts and body glitter as some old man attempted to grind on them but they let him because he had boughten her the diamond necklace she was showing off. She felt bad for them because their lives would never be anymore than just that. But as evolved and mature and above all this as she pretended to be, she could not help but be jealous of these girls when it came to the shallow things in life. These girls had men dropping at their feet. Mary really had only ever wanted one but he was always busy with those slutty blonde glamor types. She had dated Tim Surresh for a bit but it hadn't gone much of anywhere. No spark. Mary was usually a girl who got hit on by old men for fun. Every so often a guy her age hit on her but usually they ran for the hills once she got talking. Unless they were Alec. Alec seemed to like her the more opinionated and stubborn she got. Kind of made her miss him a bit now. She looked up as a man entered the bar. Honestly one of the few younger people she had seen around the place. It was usually more of a casual bar that a lot of older people hung out in, which was probably why Mary liked it. Mary had always had more in common with old people. Plus, the elderly were epically cool. They all know each other and every time they're together it's like a party, even at a grocery store. Mary turned her head back down to her beer and took a drink when she heard the guy to her right's voice. "i don't recognize you," She heard him state. Mary turned her head to the side and gave a small laugh before she took another drink of her beer and nodded, "You know that's the funny thing, when I meet people for the first time, I usually don't recognize them either." She replied with a grin, her tone bother cheerful and sarcastic. "and i have a deal for you," "Ooo a deal." Mary spoke in a slightly exaggerated excited tone, turning slightly in her seat as if to give him her full attention. "play me at a game of darts. i win and you tell me your name and give me your number. you win... well, you can decide." Mary let a small smirk form on her lips as he presented his proposal. She nodded and watched him as she thought for a moment. "So basically, " She began using her hands as she spoke, like always, " If you win, you get what you want, and if I win, I get a choice that I already have?" Mary asked bringing her tone up at the end of the question. Mary smirked and gave a small shrug "Make it five bucks, if I win and you've got a deal." She added before taking another drink and hopping off the bar stool. Ted from behind the bar shook his head slightly and looked at Will, "She's gonna smoke ya." They trip through the day And waste all their thoughts at night

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---WILL WASN'T A BAD PERSON, or at least that was what he believed. he was just a good person who'd been dealt some bad cards, and sure he could have handled it better, but he didn't. there was no point in pining over the past and what could have been. it wasn't like he was a drug addict or an abusive alcoholic. he wasn't killing people, at least not yet. it wasn't his plan to either, but with a career like his he couldn't exactly be making promises. he wasn't a saint either, and he understood that. he wasn't trying to convince everybody that he thought he was perfect, that wasn't anything close to his intentions. he just didn't want to be hated and condemned, but did he deserve it? ask him five years ago what his opinion on criminals were, and it would have been a lot more different than what he would say today. his morality compass would have seemed a lot more conventional, whereas now it had been formed and molded into something more abstract that fit his own personal beliefs of right and wrong. now he saw nothing wrong with what he was doing, and he didn't see anything wrong with the people he was working with either. it didn't seem bad, and maybe that was the worst part about it. did it mean that he'd lost his sense of goodness and grace? it wasn't like he'd ever been a mother theresa, he had spent most of his childhood helping his mom put food on the table, or sending his sisters to college. he wasn't a bad person, he wasn't evil, but apparently he wasn't walking a very light path either. it was like he had come to a cross roads where one path lead down into a black valley, and the other to a glittering mountain top, and he'd chosen to take neither, he just walked down a more neutral path. his views were more gray than anything, because he didn't think what he was doing was entirely good or entirely bad. it was what it was, and as odd as it might sound, he would trade in his job for anything in the world, at least not another career. this was who he was now, and he liked this person, and he didn't want to let him go.

there had never been much going for him. he was a golden boy back in his day, a player, and he had pretty good jobs for a teenager, though he never really spent money on himself. but will wasn't too terribly brilliant. he had skated through high school with c's, and only because that was the bare minimum to keep him eligible for sports, otherwise he might have flunked out altogether. he took all the easiest classes, and nothing more than he needed to graduate. he knew colleges wouldn't be scouting him out, because quite frankly, there was nothing extraordinary about him except for his super human good looks, and that was just coming from his own overconfident opinion. he wasn't going to get into a university, hell, he'd be lucky to get into the community college. but then what would he do after college? there was nothing he was passionate about, no studies he had a desire to pursue. there wasn't a particular career that interested him. he was content in his social class, what he wasn't content about was the effect his social class had on his family, and that was why he'd always tried so hard to make it better, because as much as people denied it, money was happiness. he didn't resent the amount of money he was making, because it wasn't like he'd worked very hard for his employment, and he knew that logically he didn't deserve to make quite as much money as a doctor or a lawyer. it was the simple facts of life, but he wasn't trying to change the way things worked. he was fairly patriotic himself when it came to the united states. he was grateful he didn't live in some third world country where kids couldn't attend school if they didn't own a pair of shoes. he was thankful for having a military that would die for the country. he was thankful he lived in a decent home and had a wonderful family. sometimes people lucked out. nobody in the world had it all, no matter how much greener the grass may have looked. he never found himself envious of anybody else's life.

when it came to women, will tyler had always been fairly cocky. he understood them. god knows he better, considering he had four sisters and a mom. he had this knack at making them swoon, although he wasn't the committed type because of his whole bad experience. he wasn't really the type of guy to seduce women though. if he met a fun, sexy girl who wanted no more than what he wanted, consider himself interested. but if they were clearly the clingy type of girl who was hoping for a relationship, then he probably wouldn't do much with them aside from a first date and making out. he didn't like to lead girls on, probably because he'd been up late at night various times hugging his little sisters as they cried over the way some asshat had treated them. will had a soft spot for women. it wasn't like he just lusted after them, but he loved them, the way they were so much more maternal and caring than men. it was probably one of those momma's boy perks he ended up with, but it was true. he respected women who respected themselves, and all the other ones he just felt bad for. but when somebody caught his eye, he was willing to give things a shot. a lot of the women he ended up hitting on just became casual friends, sometimes friends with benefits, but he wasn't ever looking for anything in particular. it was more of a mindset that there was a pretty girl, he may as well talk to her and just go with the flow from there. he usually made it clear from the start that he wasn't looking for marriage or anything, just something with no strings attached. was it fear? more than likely. there was something about trusting somebody with your heart and then having them smear it onto the floor with shards of glass that made a guy wary of trying anything close to that again. it wasn't like he was damaged goods, or well, maybe he was, but it was more of just the fact that he had tried it once, it didn't work, so may as well continue on with the things he knew did work. it was simple psychology, nothing more than that.

his eyes scrutinized the girls face as he crossed his arms over the bar and leaned on them. she had spunk, he liked it. a big grin crept onto his face as she made her snarky little retort, "touché, he laughed, looking forward again. so much for swooning right? but he wasn't being rejected, so it wasn't like he cared very much. he liked a girl who wasn't willing to throw herself at him. it meant she had some sense of self respect, something will himself found attractive. he only raised his eyebrows as she made her mock curiosity about his little deal, and when he finished explaining, he laughed at her response, "i wouldn't have put it that way, but sure," but she wasn't done yet. five bucks? what the hell, why not. will pretended to think it over for a moment, "five bucks it is," he nodded, getting up after she did. he heart ted behind the bar and rolled his eyes, "you assume too much, old man," he chuckled slightly, not in the least bit worried, his tone completely chipper. he followed the little redhead to their very own coliseum, the site where their battle would take place, "well miss, i'll be a gent and let you go first," he winked, grabbing a dart and handing it to her.

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[mary]

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Mary got a lot of attention. She was a very finicky infant. She always needed a lot of attention, but she also laughed more than the average, or at least it seemed that way to Robin. He was a good dad, and influential seeing as he was talking to her about politics and Cheap Trick, the greatest rock band in the world, as she was 4 months old and couldn't understand a word he said. But he always told her how she would only calm down and just be cute with her huge eyes when he played the Mighty Wings by Cheap Trick and that made him quite proud. The two of them were fairly happy. You know how people say when you're happy, time seems to fly? Well, she must have been a very happy kid because before anyone knew it, seven years had passed by. She was a very outspoken, very smart, little kid. She was more of a tomboy growing up so she really only hung out with the guys. That was how she met Reed after all. Cory was different. Cory partially blamed Mary for their mothers death. Mary was more jealous of Cory. Everyone loved Cory, she was beautiful and perfect. She had all these friends, Mary really hung out with mostly boys. But Cory was jealous of Mary's relationship with their father. Cory and their dad fought all the time. Mary just saw Cory being ungrateful. When Mary was seven her dad got a great job offer. Only issue, it was was in New York City. Cory flat out refused to move. All her friends were in Dublin, she was a teenager. Her dad agreed maybe it would be best for Cory to live with her mother's Sister. This just made Mary angrier at her sister. But Mary really didn't want to go at first, and she wouldn't stop telling her dad it was a bad idea the entire flight over, she also didn't want to lose her best friend, Reed. But as soon as she stepped foot outside of the LaGuardia Airport, she knew she was home. Dublin was great and she loved it, but Mary, even at age seven, was built for the big city, with the small town feel in the neighborhoods. Anyways, she made some new friends, her accent slowly dissipating. Again, most of her friends were older than her, hell most of them were adults. She was a very smart kid, what could you do? Her father worked for politicians. Mary was no fan of politics, she was interested in knowing politics and it's not that she didn't form opinions on the issues but she put no faith in any of the politicians out there. There were all out for their own agenda's and interests and therefore not there for the people and it angered her. The truth was, she had seen too many candidates take advantage, use and then not even give proper credit to her father. He wrote their speeches, he ran their campaigns and then they stomp on him? Politicians, whether they be democrat or republican are out for themselves. She still planned to vote when she got old enough, because if you don't vote it insults the hundred of americans who died trying to get that right as well as, if you didn't try to stop it, you have no right to complain about who's elected. But it was her dad that made her so passionate about everything. He always had opinions, she always had opinions. He taught her to never shy away from those opinions. He taught he to love literature and classic rock. He taught her that there was no one she could be that would make him happier than her being her. He taught her to never back down when you feel something's wrong. The only thing he didn't seem to warn her about in the world was indecision. He got her to love too many things. Not that it in itself was a bad thing. The other thing her father taught her? How to play a good game of darts. She had been playing since she was old enough to throw a dart while her father held her in his arms. So... like two? She was an Ireland born New Yorker. It was to be expected. "five bucks it is," Mary smiled as she made her way over to the boards. She used the cloth and wiped the chalk scores of the last players off the score board. She looked up at the man as he handed her the darts. "well miss, i'll be a gent and let you go first," She nodded, "Why thank you sir." She replied jokatively, bowing her head slightly in mock curtacy before spinning on her heel slightly and going to the score board and at the top of the first column writing 'M.C.' She looked over her shoulder at the nameless man, "Just your initials, please. We don't want any spoilers" She smiled before writing his initials above the second column. Mary took a few steps back to get behind the worn marker on the floor and then turned to look at him, "So, what're we playing? Cricket, that's my favorite, but I've been known to play Oh-One, golf, 'round the clock, baseball, and not to scare you off but I've kicked a little ass in mulligan's." She asked, naming most but not all of the bar dart games she was used to, her heavily diluted Irish accent popping out just a small amount by the end of. Her accent had dissipated greatly having lived in the U.S. so long but it still remained for certain words and names. They trip through the day And waste all their thoughts at night

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