Author's Note - So here is the second chapter, couldn't stop writing this today, any time I had a spare minute I was using it to write. Still haven't decided if I'm going to put romance in the story or not, we'll see in later chapters. If I do, I'm still not sure who it will be with. I would love to get some feedback on this, so please read and review. And a big thanks to those who read the first chapter!

The bar was dimly lit, probably to keep the headaches from forming. Quinn found her way through the tables to the kindly old bartender. He was about 6 feet tall, in his early 60's and dressed in a blue flannel shirt and khaki pants. His white hair parted on the right and his weathered yet nimble hands drying glasses. The old man gave a friendly smile, "W-w-what can I h-h-help you with, m-m-miss?"

His stutter caught her off guard for a minute, "Do you have a phone I can use?" He nodded and pulled out a rotary phone that was yellow with age. The bell clanged as he set it down a little hard on the bar. "Thank you," she smiled at him, he gave her another smile and continued cleaning. Quinn dialed the number of her present employer and almost immediately after her manager picked up she was let go. The girl slammed down the phone and the bell echoed through the bar catching the ear of two gentlemen a few feet away from her. The red head let out her frustration in a guttural growl, this was the fifth job she'd lost, you'd think she'd learn by now, the Irish blood running through her veins was not blessed with whatever luck the rest of her family possessed. She rolled her eyes, "Maybe I'm adopted," she accidentally said out loud.

"Who or what upset you," a voice came from her right. It was jovial and had a laugh in it.

She turned to see a pair of blue eyes looking at her, "Just got fired, again. Can never get anywhere on time."

"Doc, get this pretty girl a drink," the lighter haired man told the old man sitting next to blue eyes. The bar tender nodded and poured her a rather large beer.

Quinn smiled, "Thanks."

"Now come over here and park yourself next to Connor," blue eyes said. "I'm Murphy, you would be?"

"Quinn, the unemployed," she said and the boys laughed. "So," she turned to Connor, "Ireland?"

He smiled, "Smart one eh? Yeah, ever been there?"

"Lived there for about six months before we went to Brussels; army brat," she explained. "Have you been in Boston long?"

"Bout three years now, Con," Murphy turned to his brother for confirmation and the lighter haired twin nodded. It was then Quinn saw how attractive the boys were. Murphy had intense blue eyes that showed a quiet strength and kindness. His face was young; they couldn't be more than 27. His brow furrowed slightly when he let out this jubilant laugh. His lips were average but they could be pulled into a wide smile at the drop of a hat. The facial hair he had only added to his rugged charm and he had a way of looking at a person and being able to put them at ease. Murphy's hair was in disarray but it suited him and it was dark brown, like an unsullied cup of black coffee.

Connor on the other hand while his eyes were just as devastating to women as Murphy's his were care worn and while still blue had flecks of light green in them. His hair was a lighter brown, almost caramel. He had a gleaming smile and even with his care worn appearance never seemed to dim, his lips were full and always upturned. Connor's hair was longer than Murph's and worn in devil may care spikes and he had a habit of running his hands through it when his nerves were getting the better of him.

Quinn had a hard time taking her eyes off of the charming gents, they were open and giving, you don't find that a lot in guys from Boston. She had first hand experience with Robbie, her current boyfriend she had been dating since high school. He was your typical jock, ex football player now lost to the world where he no longer was a star. Her thoughts were interrupted by a man with long hair that could not be tamed came bursting through the door.

"Hey FuckAss gimme a beer," he yelled to Doc. Connor and Murphy greeted him with a hug.

Quinn figured her time with the brothers was over and turned from them to finish her beer and get home. Then someone tapped on her shoulder, she turned to see the blue green eyes of Connor and that bright smile of his, "Don't think you're gettin' off that easy, darlin'," his voice was quiet and smooth, that accent could melt a million hearts. "Hey Roc, this fiery little ginger is Quinn. Q this is David Della Rocco; he's a bit of a pain in the ass but makes up for it in comedy," Connor said with a wink.

She laughed a bit, "Nice to meet you," she extended her hand but was embraced by the new arrival.

Rocco let go and turned to the boys, "You guys have all the luck," which got a chuckle from the boys and the regulars in the bar. His dark brown eyes looked over Quinn, starting with her feet in platform Mary Jane's which were scuffed, then moving up her shapely legs in black pantyhose, then moving to the hem of her pale green dress that clung to her hips and had just a deep enough v-neck to see cleavage. Her skin was pale and her face was lovely, high cheekbones, bright green eyes that were deep in color that were big and almond shaped. Her lips were ample and her top lip formed a perfect bow. Her short red hair was cut into a bob that angled at her chin and pin straight. He licked his lips and had a gulp of beer before talking again, "You from around here?"

She smiled, "Born in Boston, but moved around a lot as a kid. Dad's in the military. And yourself, native Bostonian?"

"Yeah, never lived more than a block from where I grew up. Any brothers or sisters," he asked admiring her smile, it was sweet, made her eyes light up.

Quinn was certain that if Rocco didn't ask, the boys would have, "Yeah one of each," she paused wondering if the teasing would be worth it if she told them that her mom went a little crazy with pregnancy hormones when she named her children. "I'm the youngest, my brother Flynn is the oldest at 27, them my sister Rome is 25." She got the odd looks she knew she would and she giggled, "My mom was a little insane when she named us."

The guys looked at each other and snickered a bit before Murphy piped up, "How insane?"

She took a breath, "Well mom was watching a lot of 1940's movies with my brother, so he's Flynn Humphrey and she went through an Audrey Hepburn phase with my sister and she's Rome Holiday. With me," she started to laugh a bit, "She went through a royalty research phase so I'm Quinn Victoria." The three men burst into hysterics the brothers calling her "Your majesty," that nickname stuck around longer than she cared for. Once they calmed down enough to finish their glasses they ordered another round.

"You attached sweetheart," Rocco asked.

She sighed, "Been with a guy since high school, to be honest, and I can't believe that I'm telling this to boys I just met; I'm kinda tired of be tied down. And you Rocco, attached? You can't tell me that this fine Italian specimen before me is single," she played and he blushed.

"Yeah I got a girl, some of the time."

"How about you two, got girls? Any other siblings," she questioned to the brothers and they both shook their heads taking a swallow of their beer the exact same way. "That a no to both questions?"

"Aye," Connor answered, "Murph is me twin and Ma never remarried. As for women," he paused to look at Murphy who shrugged, "haven't really thought about it, much."

She nodded and took a swallow herself. That's when Robbie showed up. "There you are," he came at her. He always looked bigger when he was stomping around, not that he needed to; he was already about four feet wide. "Been looking everywhere for you baby," he said, his voice rough and when he picked her up to kiss her his hands were rougher still. His massive hands gripped the girl's arms, she was sure to have bruises the next day. He smashed his lips to hers so hard that it hurt her teeth. Been with him since she was 15 and he still hadn't learned to kiss softly, or anything else for that matter.

"Sorry," she said rubbing her lips, "Lost track of time, got some bad news…"

"You got fired again! Come on Quinn; is it really that hard to keep a fuckin' job," his voice almost broke into a scream.

"Can we not do this now," she said quietly looking back at all the patrons who were staring at the couple.

"Sorry baby," his voice quieted down. He turned to the boys, "And you guys are?"

"I'm Connor, this is Murphy. The last name's MacManus and this one is Rocco. We were just making conversation, didn't know we were keepin' her from anything," he smiled.

He eyed the Irishman, scrutinizing the brothers and the Italian, and then he nodded, "Yeah, well thanks," his tone was rude as he turned back to Quinn, "Let's go," he was angry and he tried to put his arm around her.

She pulled away, "Can you wait outside? I'll be just a minute, I promise, gotta pay the man," she nodded to Doc. Robbie nodded and begrudgingly walked outside. "Sorry about him," she reached into her purse but Murphy stopped her.

"We got this one," he said and nodded to Doc.

Connor pulled her aside and handed her a slip of paper. She looked at him with question marks in her eyes. He whispered, "If you ever need us, call, doesn't matter what time or where. Our number is there, plus Doc's and Rocco's," he folded the paper in her hands and gave a gentle squeeze. "Don't hesitate, just call even if it's nothin', ya hear?" Quinn nodded and Connor hugged her. She walked out the door and into Robbie's arms feeling a bit safer.