The music inside the club was to loud as always. But then again everything in the club was the same as its always been. He moved knowingly thru the club towards the room in the back. Giving the old bartender a quick nod he disappears in to the seedy backroom. Shutting the door blocks out most of the music coming from the main room. Walking deeper in to the room he removes his riding gloves and cut and tosses them on one of the couches that lined the walls of the small room. Cracking his neck around he wonders why he was here, like every other time he has come. Then he hears the sound of someone coming up behind him. Turning around all thoughts of leaving are gone from his head. She wasn't the most beautiful women he had ever been with, but looking at her he couldn't think of one. Tho she was in her mid 30's she looked younger. Under the caked on stage make-up were the brightest green eyes. Her long black hair falls in big waves around her shoulders. She was suppose to be on stage soon so she was already in her tiny pink get-up. He couldn't help it, she was his one weakness. The one think this hardened killer has ever came close to loving. Tho they had known each other most of there lives she has never expected more from him then he could give. She didn't know what he did for the club or much about his life now but she knew what he needed when he came to her like this. And she gave it willingly. She never pleaded with him to stay or begs for more. But as she moves across the room and into his arms for the uncountable time he is stuck with desire he never feels for anyone else. She smiles softly as she loops her arms around his waist. "I didn't think I would see you so soon."

"Leaving in the morning, don't think I'll be back for awhile," he answers in his deep raspy voice.

"Well then we'll have to make it count," she returns before pressing her lips to his and her hands up the hem of his t-shirt. He tangles his hands in her hair, pulling her head to the angle he wants. The kiss lasts for several minutes before breaking it to pull his t-shirt over his head. She then pushes him softly back on to the couch and climbs on to his lap. He runs his hands up her thighs running his thumbs along the hem of her panties. Biting her neck and the top of her chest as she reaches behind her to remove the bra. The rest of there clothes are quickly done with as there passions started to take over. As she lowers herself on him he lets out a growl, he quickly flips them over. But unlike the various crow-eaters and hang arounds he doesn't just fuck her, kissing her and nipping at her neck, it's as close to making love as he capable of. When he is finished she sits up on the couch and reaches of a cigarette from his cut. He watches her as she reaches for her clothes. She turns to look at him as she clips her bra back on. But he doesn't notice, he's staring at the wall. The weight of his impending prison sentence and trip to Ireland have him distracted. He is wonders, not for the first time, what is would be like to be someone else. To be a man that could love. He starts slightly when he feels soft fingers on his cheek.

She doesn't know what goes on in his club life, but nevertheless she whispers "Be careful." Before getting up and leaving. He stares at the door she exits thru while finishing up his cigarette and getting dressed to leave. As he walks back out the club he catches a flash of raven hair and pink, but doesn't look hard he just keeps walking. As he gets back on his bike he thinks, not for the first time, what it would be like to someone else. To be the type of man to marry a women and have a normal life. But he wasn't so he just starts his bike and heads home to finish packing to skip bail in the morning. Knowing that she would wait for him. She always waited for him...