I know this is really short, but it's more teaser than chapter. I just wanted to get this fic posted. This is a prequel to Look Forward To Forever but you do not need to read that one first. It would be awesome if you did, but it's not necessary. To those of you who did read that fic and are now here because of it. HI! I love you guys! And to anyone reading my stuff for the first time- Hi! Welcome! I'm so glad you decided to try it out! To anyone who's read my other fics, but not LFTF, hi again to you as well!

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Chapter 1

Jones watched as 'Eliza' (that surely couldn't be her real name) poured the liquor down her throat. She drank every drop within the shot glass. He caught Kristania smiling.

"Well, if you can do fine on your own Liza, then I'll go deal with some- business." Krissy pranced off to the poker table. She was probably lined up to do every guy there. It was disgusting. Killian felt bad for Dirk. Dirk was his friend and he ignorantly was dating Kristania Neilson. (Gods knew that wasn't her name) Dirk hadn't a clue that Krissy was being unfaithful.

The blonde snorted. "And she warned me to not get involved with them,"

"She was probably worried you'd take her customers. She considers this place her domain."

"I'm not a whore."

"I never thought you were, love," He enjoyed her fire. A woman with spunk was rare. "But I do wonder how the two of you came to be friends."

She paused in though, "We're not friends. I just needed her to get me in here."

Killian quirked a brow and studied her a moment. "So, I guess the real question is why did you need to get into Kelly's? Why do you need to see Harry?"

She smirked, "Your cousin."

"You've got me," he raised his hands in mock surrender, "We're not actually cousins. I've just tricked him into believing that we're cousins. It has its benefits. For us both."

"I figured as much. Brooster and Warboard aren't very similar names. Still, I can't imagine what you'd need from a compulsive gambler."

"Well, Miss Swanson, or may I call you Eliza? How about I do some gambling of my own. We play a game of pool. If you win, I tell you why I need Harry as my cousin. If I win, you tell me why you need to see him. Deal?"

"Sorry Jones, but I don't know how to play pool."

"I'll teach you." She responded with an eye roll. "No, really. I'll teach you the right way, bartender's honor, and then we play."

Emma gave Jones a once over. "Fine," She got up and started walking to the billiards room. "But bring drinks."

"As you wish milady."


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