I remember the day I met the MacManus brothers like it was yesterday. I had been in town for about three days, looking for work so I could find a place to stay. I stood in front of the bar, it was way too early for anyone to be drinking, so I walked in to find a lone soul pretty much pasted out on the bar. I walked over to the bartender and saw he looked nervous. "Hi, I was wondering if you needed any help around this joint." I said and he glanced at the door and then shook his head. "G-got not long 'for I'm closing this place down. FUCK! ASS!" the man said and I smiled softly. He had tourettes and a stutter.
"Then you will probably need an extra hand in case things get out of control." I stared into his pale face and he still shook his head. I banged my hand on the bar. "Listen, I need a place to stay, so that means I need money. I can handle drunken men in a bar, I can handle myself, I need a damn job." I said and then smiled sweetly. He just stared for a moment, and then slowly nodded. "I got an extra place above this place, you can stay and I won't charge you rent if you only want to work for tips. Are you e-ev-even old enough to drink?" he asked and I laughed. "I'm 24 years old. I do believe I am."
He nodded and tossed me an apron, I threw it back. "I don't wear those things. I wear black dresses if there isn't a uniform. That won't be a problem will it?" I asked with a hiss in my throat and took of my jacket to show him my dress. He nodded and then went back to cleaning his glasses. "I'm Marietta." I held out my hand and he took it with a small smile. "You can call me Doc or boss." I nodded and looked around. "I want to put my stuff down, where is this place you said I could use." I asked and he pointed up the stairs and I followed them to the end of the hall where there was a small apartment waiting. I threw my bag on the king size bed, and smiled.
I walked downstairs to see a few men come in; they were oldies, probably about 40 or so. I cleaned tables and served drinks, got a few tips and then one of them grabbed my ass. I turned and smiled sweetly, then grabbed him by the hair and pulled hard and he fell on the ground. "Do not touch me!" I growled and he nodded and I let go and finished cleaning when Doc told me to take a break. "I'm going to take a nap. Come get me if you need me." I said and walked up to my room and fell asleep quickly.
I felt someone touching my shoulder and I jumped up with my knife ready for anything. I saw it was Doc and I tossed it back on my pillow with a yawn. "I'm up." I said and he walked out and I put my black dress on; it was low cut with a split that went almost entirely up my thigh. I started toward the door when I saw a glimpse of myself in a small mirror. I sighed and turned toward the bathroom and straightened my long dark brown hair.
It could've past as black, but it was a few shades too light for pure black. I finished and fixed my make up and then yawned again and glanced at the clock. It was a quarter 'til eleven at night. I pouted to myself; I missed most of St. Patty's day. I wasn't Irish, but still. I lived in Ireland for a few years and got into the spirit every year. I grabbed some cash off the table and then finished getting ready, finally ending with my long leather boots. I heard a few people laughing and then it suddenly died down as I got down the stairs, I saw three men standing in front of about six guys, along with Doc.
I slipped past them without letting anybody see me; they were focused on the big guys. I heard the tallest guy say something about closing now and that everyone was to get out. Doc had said he was closing the bar soon. I stood in a corner, covered in shadows, I was barely seeable. I saw a drunken guy with a beard say something and the guy punched him. Then two guys spoke in Russian and then took a shot and took down the first guy and everyone, except me and Doc joined the fight. I saw one of them bash two bottles of wine over his attackers head and then I saw a gun and the Russian went to grab for it, but no one seemed to notice the gun. I saw the other guy let up for an instant after he threw the guy into the mirror and then next, everything went silent. All eyes were on me, I had moved in that instant, right before the Russian goon grabbed his gun, my hair was in my face of course, and the goon was dead on the ground. I smiled to myself.
I slowly walked over to the guy and jerked out my first knife that I threw. They had stopped and turned to me as I pulled out the second knife. I grabbed the third one and then turned to them all staring at me. "Whoa." One of the guys said and I felt a smirk coming up. I held up a hand and Doc threw me a rag, I wiped the blood off when the guy that got punched first said, "How did that even happen? Where did you come from?" I finished cleaning the blood off my knives and sat on the bar.
"Over there." I said pointing to my hiding corner. "I was watching the fight, it looked like fun, but then a saw a gun and this idiot decided not to notice and let his guard down for an instant. If I hadn't acted, his body would be the cold dead one of the floor." I said, pointing to the light-haired guy. "Where did you get the knives?" Doc asked and I lifted my dress split and replaced my knives in their guards. I had a strap wrapped around my upper thigh and their eyes lingered even after I dropped my dress.
"I always have my knives on me." I smiled sweetly and then yawned again. "I'm still sleepy." I stated and stretched and then noticed the big guy moving. "You might wanna do something with him, he's coming to." I said, gesturing to the guy. I hopped down as they pulled the body to the bar and tied him down. "Why did you throw three knives? Scared you would miss?" the dark-haired guy asked and I laughed. "I rarely miss. Wanna try?" I asked and pulled out a knife. He shook his head and I twirled the blade in my fingers.
"I threw one into his arm as he was trying to grab his gun to make sure he didn't pull it, and then I threw one into his chest to make sure he wasn't going anywhere and the last one was for the kill. I threw it curved into his throat so it would hit the right vein that would make sure he bled to death, and I like to cut their throats in the process." I explained and they just stared. "A bit psycho, aren't you?" I giggled and nodded. "I suppose you could say that." I turned to the bar and saw a shot of whiskey. I grabbed it and took it. "That was mine." The guy with the beard said and I smirked.
"Well that's nice to know." I walked behind the bar and poured myself a beer and two shots of whiskey. "There, have your shot back." I said and handed Doc the money for the drinks. He went to put it in the register and I took my shot and then drank half the beer and saw the guys staring again. "Happy St. Patty's." I said and then they all started laughing and I refilled my cup and then started toward the stairs.
"Are you Irish?" a guy called and I turned at the stairs. "Do I sound Irish?" I hissed and then looked at the guy tied to the bar. "I'll let you guys get back to playing Russian games. You might want to get rid of that guy." I said nodding toward the dead guy and smiled. "Who are you?" a long haired guy asked and I nodded to Doc. "Doc hired me as a bartender/waitress/whatever. I guess I'll be seeing you guys later." I finished and then downed my drink and sighed. I walked over and sat it at the bar. "Thanks for the drink, I'll pay you tomorrow Doc." I said and then walked over to the stairs and glanced back to see the light-haired guy pouring a bottle of liquor on the guys ass and then lighting it on fire.
They said I was a bit psycho?
