"Hey Lil." It was such a simple phrase and yet the bar owners head was spinning with the thoughts of last night and why Jersey was here so soon.

"Rachel hold down the fort, I'm going to catch up with Violet for a minute. Come on back here." As they walked through the dark hall towards Lil's office Jersey knew getting back on the older woman's good side was going to be work. Suddenly she felt herself slammed against the wall and the smell of leather and beer became overwhelming.

"Maybe I should go, you've been drinking Lil."

"I call the shots here tonight, now why did you show up at my apartment last night begging to be fucked and then run away? Why are you here now? And how the fuck are you going to give me my shirt back when you aren't wearing anything underneath?"

"How do you, never mind. I came here to talk, I came here to tell you it was a mistake."

Before she could continue speaking the younger woman felt herself moaning into the hot mouth on hers as as a skilled hand ripped her shirt open, the other one still holding her against the wall. Never taking her hand away from the nipple it had claimed Lil spoke in a low voice.

"Doesn't feel like a mistake to me."

Pulling her, well Lil's, ripped shirt closed Violet ran out the back door into the New York night.

"Fuck."

"Hey where'd the kindergarten teacher go?"

"Hell if I know, bring me a bottle of whiskey to my office as soon as you shut it down. I fucked up."