AN: Alright, so I decided to start rewriting my Paul/OC story A Sense of Irony since the original wasn't flowing right. The new version is still going to be a spin-off of Always Sunny: The Remake and it won't necessarily coincide exactly with Jake and Sunny's story, but Sunny will be making a couple appearances. On a side note, this is going to take place before Leah imprints in Always Sunny then it'll carry on from there. Anyway this is rated T for suggestive, sexual situation and cursing. I might up the rating to M but I haven't decided yet.
DISCLAIMER FOR WHOLE STORY: I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT (thank god…) ANYTHING YOU MAY RECOGNIZE BELONGS TO ITS RESPECTIVE OWNERS. I only own the plot and OCs so no stealy without permission,
If there was one thing Moira Seeker hated more than idiots, it was idiots that couldn't keep their damn hands to themselves.
"Now, I'm going to be perfectly clear and you better listen." Moira all but snarled as she glared down at the man currently straining against her hold on his hand, which she had twisted to the point that if she moved it any further it would break, "Are you listening?!"
"Yes!" The man gasped out and he tried to pull his hand out of the pissed off bar owner's grip, but to no avail.
"Good, if you or any of your dumbass friends come into my bar and put your fucking hands on my girls again, I'll twist more than just your arms, got it?"
The tall woman gave his wrist a sharp tug to punctuate her point and the man whimpered.
"I got it, I got it! Let go!"
Moira sneered disdainfully at him then she pushed him roughly into his little group of morons.
"Get out of my bar, all of you!" Moira barked and the men hurriedly grabbed their friend, scurrying out of the bar as fast as they could.
Moira tossed her pin-straight, hip-length, solid black hair over her shoulder and she sauntered back behind the bar where her bartender Adam Robertson was watching, the Louisville Slugger Moira kept under the bar in his hands.
"Think you got your point across?" Adam drawled in his thick Southern twang as he watched his boss hop over the bar top, the bat loosely held in his hand.
"Hmm…" The copper-skinned woman hummed, "They won't be comin' back here to bother the girls again."
Adam snorted and rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand, slipping the baseball bat back under the bar. One of the waitresses shuffled forward from where she had been standing with two others, watching their boss take care of the overly grabby customer.
"Thanks, Moira." The woman, Annie Jones, said gratefully, "He was really starting to make me and the girls uncomfortable."
"No problem, sweetheart." Moira replied with a dismissive wave of her hand as she set about cleaning up the bar for closing, "Can't let dicks like that think they can get whatever they want."
Annie smiled at her gruff boss briefly then she and the other girls started cleaning up while Adam started helping whatever drunks were still in the bar into cabs, leaving Moira to clean up and put the liquor away.
She had been running The Whiskey Run in the more rundown part of Port Angeles since her uncle had left it to her four years previous and it wasn't the first time, Moira had to get physical with some of the more handsy male customers and it wasn't long until she had gained the same hardass, no nonsense reputation her uncle had been known for.
"That's the last of 'em." Adam called out as he came back into the bar after depositing the last drunk in a cab, "Ah'm goin' to head out, Mo. See ya tomorrow."
Moira waved a tattooed hand in farewell, Annie and the other waitresses having already left a few minutes previous. She finished cleaning and locking up the bar then she headed up towards the apartment above the small business.
Moira groaned throatily and rolled over, one tattooed hand clumsily reaching out for the vibrating cellphone on the dresser beside her bed."The fuck is calling me at…?" The woman slurred after she had flipped the small device open and it to her ear, her ice blue eyes staring blearily at the red numbers on her alarm clock, "Ten in the damn morning?"
"Good morning to you too, sweetheart."
Moira sat up slightly when a familiar husky male voice filled her ears.
"Jack?" The copper-skinned woman mumbled and she rubbed her eyes with her free hand, "What's the matter?"
"Can't a big brother call his little sister without something being wrong?" Moira's brother, Jack Seeker asked in amusement.
"Step-brother." Moira replied drily through there was slight teasing tone in her voice, "And yeah, something's usually wrong when you or Derek call."
She heard him huff a laugh then he answered, "You're right, sorry, Mom was wondering if you're going to come down for a visit soon, the kids miss their crazy, badass aunt."
Moira rubbed her eyes again and sighed, "Tell her I'll try to come down for Mary-Ann's birthday next month, alright?"
"Better keep that promise Coyote-girl." Jack said in amusement, using the nickname their grandfather had given her when she was little, "I got to go, baby's crying again."
"Bye, Jack." Moira mumbled and she snapped her phone shut, flopping back onto her pillows with a groan.
The tattooed woman glanced over at her alarm and heaved a sigh when she realized she wouldn't be going back to sleep anytime soon, so she pulled her tired body out of bed and into the shower. She might as well get a head start on prepping the bar for the night.
Moira growled as she slammed all but slammed the bottle of Jack Daniels on the counter behind the bar, where she aggressively poured herself a shot. Downing it on go, the long-haired woman scowled at the amused look Adam sent her as he cleaned a glass.
"Not a word or I'll fire your ass."
The big bartender smirked at her and held his hands up pacifyingly as he walked backwards to go help another customer at the bar. Moira scowled at him and quickly downed another shot, turning around so she could observe the patrons of her bar. Her brow furrowed when she got sight a woman with short, dark hair sitting at the end of the bar that was closest to the door, idly peeling the label off her beer bottle.
Moira tilted her head and narrowed her eyes, looking the woman over as best she could in the dimly lit room. The woman was beautiful in an exotic way with copper skin only a few shades lighter than Moira's own and her coal black hair barely reached her jaw. Moira couldn't see what color her eyes were from where she was standing, though she assumed they were brown, since it was obvious to Moira that the woman was of Native American descent. Despite not being able to see her eyes, Moira could see the annoyed and slightly pained expression on the woman's face and the way she seemed to be thinking deeply about something.
The bar owner sighed quietly to herself and picked up the bottle of Jack, another shot glass, and her own glass then she sauntered over to the woman to offer some liquid comfort.
Leah jumped slightly and jerked her head up when two shot glasses and a large bottle was slammed down on the bar top in front of her. The female werewolf blinked in vague surprise as she stared at the tall woman standing in front of her, her startling ice blue eyes looking back at her with an almost challenging gleam in the cool depths.
"I hope you're going to clean that up." The woman stated in a voice so husky and sensually-throaty it was spine-shivering worthy.
Leah lifted a brow slowly and looked from the woman towards the ripped up paper label that used to be on the bottle of beer she had been drinking for the past hour then she looked back at the woman.
"Uh, sure, whatever." Leah mumbled in reply and she took another sip of her now lukewarm beer, hoping her tone was enough to make the other woman go away.
Apparently it wasn't, because the woman flicked her hip-length raven black hair over her shoulder and began pouring a healthy amount of what looked like Jack Daniels into the shot glasses.
"I was kidding…Well, mostly." The woman said as she scooped up the shredded paper bits and dumped them on the counter behind her then she turned back around and pushed one of the small, whiskey-filled glasses towards Leah, "Here, you look like you could use this."
Leah looked at the shot glass for a moment then back at the woman, her brow furrowed slightly. The woman shrugged her shoulder and picked up her own glass, downing the whiskey like it was water. She placed the glass back on the counter and began filling it again, her blue eyes flicking around the bar almost unconsciously. Leah stared at her for another moment then she downed the shot, grimacing at the unfamiliar burn as it went down her throat. She pushed the glass towards the woman, causing her to smirk as she refilled it.
"I'm Moira, by the way." The blue-eyed, copper-skinned woman stated casually after she had swallowed her second shot, "I own the bar."
"Leah." Leah grunted in reply after she had downed her own shot.
Moira hm'd quietly as she poured a third shot for them both, but she didn't drink hers and instead watched Leah with mild curiosity as she tossed her shot back.
"So what brings you to my bar this Friday night, Leah?" Moira asked idly and she poured the other woman another shot then she folded her arms on the bar top and leaned against it.
Leah grimaced again, though this time it wasn't because of the whiskey and she looked at the pocked-marked and scored wood of the bar.
"My cousin she announced that she was pregnant." Leah muttered in reply and she rolled her shoulders to loosen the tense muscles, unsure why she was telling this woman her troubles, but not really caring either.
"Isn't that supposed to be good news?"
Leah snorted and tossed back her fifth shot, slamming the glass on the bar top with a little more force than necessary. The short-haired woman winced slightly and hoped the glass didn't break. Thankfully, it didn't.
"The father is my ex-boyfriend."
Moira's brows nearly reached her hairline and she stared at the other woman in surprise then she clicked her tongue and grabbed the partially empty beer bottle, tossing it out in the garbage cans that were under the bar.
"Oh, hunny," The long-haired woman sighed as she shook her head and poured Leah another shot, "You should have started off with the whiskey and not the beer."
Leah gave her a wry smile and down the shot, actually wishing the alcohol had some effect on her.
"Yeah, you're probably right about that." She muttered in agreement as she put the glass back down, gentler than before, "Guess it's not too late to switch over."
Moira smirked and opened her mouth to reply, but Adam suddenly called out her name. Moira glanced over at him and saw him waving at gesturing wildly at her from the other end of the bar. She gave him a confused look and he began pointing towards the floor of the bar. Moira followed the direction he was pointing in and her eyes narrowed when she caught sight of the same group of men from the other night, harassing Annie and Linda.
"Fucking hell, not again." Moira sighed and she gave Leah an apologetic look, "Sorry, babe, but I gotta go take out the trash. Keep the bottle."
Leah quirked a brow and turned in her bar stool, watching as the other woman moved to an open spot of the bar and lithely hopped the counter, her brows rising higher when she saw the big, blonde man that had given her the first beer earlier toss Moira baseball bat as she passed him on her way to a table where several men were sitting. Leah decided that the two waitresses the men were holding in their laps looked decidedly uncomfortably and she quickly downed another shot then she got to her feet, preparing to help the pretty bar owner out if she needed it.
"Hey, shithead, didn't I already threaten to bust your balls if you harassed my girls again?" Moira barked furiously and she slammed her Louisville slugger down on the table, causing the men to jump and her two waitresses to squeal in surprise.
The man from before sneered at her, "Get lost, bitch, before I decided to beat your disrespectful ass."
Moira's ice blue eyes flashed dangerously and a cold, almost predatory smile appeared on her face.
"I'm going to give you to the count of three to get your ass outta my bar or else." She said in a scarily pleasant tone as she rested her bat on her shoulder, "One…Two…"
All but the idiot in front of her scurried out of their seats and ran towards the door, one of them pushing Linda off his lap in his hurry. The waitress quickly got to her feet and rushed towards the safety of the bar. The man snarled angrily at the retreating backs of his associates and shoved a quietly whimpering Annie from his lap as he stood. Moira helped the girl up without taking her eyes off the man, who was a good three inches taller than her six-foot-one and he had at least sixty pounds on her, though none of that weight was muscle.
"I'm gonna teach you how to respect a man, you fucking rugmuncher." The man growled, "You'll be lucky I even let you suck my dick when I'm done with you."
Moira flashed another cold, hard smile and then, without warning, she swung the bat off her shoulder and right into the man's left knee. The man shouted loudly at the pain as his leg gave out beneath him and he fell to the floor. Before he could recover, the heavy, steel-toe of Moira's combat boot connected solidly with his side, sending him sprawling on his back on the bar's floor. While he wheezed in pain, Moira put her foot on his chest and pointed the bat at his face.
"Listen up, you low-life, sonuvabitch." The blue-eyed woman snarled aggressively, "You come into my bar, I won't even both to call the police, I'll beat your ass so bad your own mother won't recognize your face once I'm done. How's that for some respect, asshole?"
She kicked him in the side again for good measure then she gestured for Adam and her bouncer, Darryl, to come over to her.
"Get this worthless piece of shit out of my bar." She ordered harshly and the two men grabbed the downed patron by the arms, dragging him towards the front door to be tossed in the gutter like the trash he was.
Moira sniffed and glared around at the other patrons for a moment, daring them. The regular men, who had been coming to the bar since before her uncle had died, raised their glasses and nodded at her in respect and recognition while the other patrons went back to what they had been doing previously. All the men had decided right there and then not to get too grabby with the waitresses from now on.
Leah watched in amusement and surprise as the long-haired woman sauntered back behind the bar, tucking the bat away under the counter. She smirked when Moira walked back over to her and down the shot she hadn't drunk earlier before pouring herself another.
"That happen often here?"
"When I first took over from my uncle four years ago, yeah, it did." Moira grunted in reply as she tossed back her shot, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she looked at the other woman with amused glacial blue eyes, "Not so much anymore, but I still get the occasional new idiot that can only think with his dick."
The female werewolf made an amused noise and looked the other woman over curiously, taking in the burnished copper skin that was more ink than actually skin, the hip-length crow-black hair and finally the clear, icy blue eyes that were looking at her with an interest that wasn't all that innocent.
"So, I take it you don't like men much?" Leah questioned lightly, quirking a brow to show that she had caught the woman's none-to-subtly checkout and Moira
Moira smirked and shrugged nonchalantly as she idly played with her empty shot glass
"They have their uses. Vibrators can only go so far after all, but other than that, no, I don't like 'em all that much." She replied bluntly and she looked up at the Quileute beauty from under her long, dark lashes as she leaned towards her slightly, "What about you, Leah? What do you think?"
Leah blinked in shock as she tried to wrap her mind around what appeared to be a blatant come-on from the tattooed woman in front of her. She had never thought of having sex with a woman, hadn't even seen the appeal in it, but with the way the bar owner was looking at, Leah couldn't seem to stop thinking about it now.
"Um…" Leah coughed quietly and shifted, trying to ignore the way her overly heated skin warmed even more, "I, uh, um…"
The other woman chuckled lowly and leaned back, her tattooed arms crossing over her busty chest.
"I'm just teasing, hunny. I can tell you don't swing that way, or even both ways like me. Though I couldn't help but check." Moira stated with a smirk and she let her eyes trail over what she could see of Leah's body, sighing almost wistfully, "I would have been, I bet.
Leah suddenly straightened as her normal confidence returned and she leaned against the bar with a smirk, her dark eyes flashing with a heat she hadn't felt in a while.
"Why not?" The female werewolf purred huskily, causing an involuntary shudder to pass through Moira, "I'm always up for new things."
A slow smile spread across the bar owner's face and she called out to her other bartender without looking away from Leah's eyes.
"Hey, Adam? Close up for me will you?"
Adam looked between his boss and the exotic beauty she was standing in front of, a smirk appearing on his tanned face.
"Whatever you say, boss." He drawled and he winked at her when she glanced at him, "Got it covered for ya. Have fun."
Moira smirked and walked around the bar, grabbing Leah's hand then she led her back around the bar. Leah's brows rose curiously, but she followed the slightly taller woman towards the other end of the bar, passed a grinning Adam and through a closed door that hid a set of wooden stairs. The female werewolf willingly followed the bar owner up the stairs and up to the small apartment above the bar, taking a deep, calming breath as she passed through the door at the top of the stairs.
'Carpe diem.' Leah thought wryly when she heard the door shut and lock behind her, 'Sunny's always telling me to get out and live a little.'
All thoughts disappeared when Leah felt Moira's full, cool lips on her own smooth, hot ones and then she just let herself feel.
Author's Note: Ahem, well, here's the revised first chapter of A Sense of Irony. If you want to know this basically takes place right after Emily and Sam announced that Emily was pregnant in chapter 34 of Always Sunny. I guess you could call this an introductory chapter to how Moira and Leah met and when they started hooking up. Paul won't be making an appearance until maybe chapter 4-5, but Sunny will be making an appearance in the next chapter. The first few chapters won't be terribly long as of yet, but I'll try to make them longer soon. Anyhooties, I hope y'all like then new version of my Paul/OC story, A Sense of Irony.