For Everything There Is A Season

[Hannah]

Later I am back in the Bride, standing behind the counter, still not feeling too hot. Somehow men.. tend to pull me down once in a while. I drink some rum to warm up a bit and watch some men play cards for a while fore joining them.

[Jacky]

Suddenly there is a gunshot, and one of the windows shatters as the bullet passes through it. It also hits a bottle on the bar, before it comes a stop in the opposite wall.
It's silent for a little while, and then the door swings open and I walk in at ease as if I had nothing whatsoever to do with that.

[Hannah]

All eyes dart over to the door and when I see Jack I groan softly. Of course.. who else should it be, than mr-I'm-trouble-itself.
I get off my seat aswell as most of the barmaids look at him now, not sure if they should kick him out again.

[Jacky]

...I fake a shy smile at all the glances in my direction, before I go over to the bar and sit down.

[Hannah]

All eyes are still upon him but as soon as the buzzing noise of people talking starts again I walk over to him.

[Jacky]

Eventhough she approaches me from behind, I can tell that it's her by the sound of her step. I half turn to face her. "Evenin'."

[Hannah]

"Do you always need a grand entrance?" I ask him, an amused smirk playing around my lips. "What do you want?"

[Jacky]

"I'm still working on the *perfect* one, luv." I inform her about the entrances. I give her a sly grin.

[Hannah]

"This one was far from perfect" I inform him matter of factly "What do you want to drink?" I repeat my question

[Jacky]

"Rum." I tell her. "If ye please."
As she moves over to the bar to take care of it, I keep my eyes on her.