He first saw her in the market, she was with Clara, Wet Stick's girl.

Her dark hair turned lighter as it reached the end, which she held high in a ponytail. She was slightly taller than Clara, if he had to estimate she seemed to be the same height as his shoulders. She as lean, but… his eyes travelled to the curve of her breasts and wide hips, Arthur smirked. Her name was Eve and she worked at the Loose Foot Tavern. Of course, he was quick to lay his charm on her.

"Hello, Clara. Who's your friend?" He asked with a smug on his lips as he stared at her.

"Arthur." She said, her eyes shifting from him to Wet Stick who stood behind her, Clara smiled at the man before glancing back at him and then Eve. "She works at the tavern, with me."

'I know.' There wasn't much he didn't know in this city, nothing passed him. Much less the pretty new girl in town.

"Really! And what do they call you, precious?"

Her eyes landed on him and Arthur felt the hair on the back of his neck raise. Gold and red flickered in her iris. What kind of eyes were those?

Eve squinted her eyes as she stared at the man, feeling suspicious,

"Show me yours, I'll show you mine."

He laughed. "Fair trade. I'm Arthur." He extended his hand her way, with a roguishly handsome smile.

Eve eyed his hand for a moment, before staring at their surroundings. The people seemed to have stopped to look at them. 'Arthur… he's The Boss, Clara talked about.'

She mirrored his smile. "Eve." As their hands touched a shock ran through them, forcing the two to release each other.

Arthur stared at the woman with a strange expression.

Eve returned his stare with a confused look and a pinch of curiosity hidden in her eyes.

They parted quickly after that short introduction and electrifying handshake, that only increased Arthur's interest in her.

She stood behind the counter cleaning mugs, the owner was already passed out drunken, upstairs, Rosalie was nowhere to be seen, as it was typical, she always left the work for the two of them. They always managed, Eve on the counter and Clara serving the tables. But it was on nights like these that Clara wished they had someone else to help, when a fight started in the tavern.

Eve remained put for a moment, until Clara was implicated. The woman sighed and easily jumped over the counter and entered the brawling.

She grabbed the hand that held Clara and twisted it, making the man growl. It wasn't that hard, they were drunk, she was not.

With little effort Eve brought the man to the ground. She turned to Clara. "Go."

"What about you?" Clara stared at the men and then at Eve, with worry in her eyes.

"I have to take out the trash." Eve looked back at the man on the ground before grabbing a plate and spoon and hitting it like a gong. "Attention drunken idiots!" She said out loud and after a minute they looked at her. "Wonderful, you are still within salvation. Please, leave the correct amount of money to pay for the food, beer and…" She looked around at the broken furniture. "… broken furniture and leave!"

There was a strange silent in the air before the men all laughed out loud.

"Are you gonna make us, sweetheart?"

Eve smiled sweetly, but there was danger hidden behind her sweetness. "If I have to."

The man closest to her tried to touch her but she easily flipped him over to his back on the floor. She smiled and looked up at the men. "Gentlemen, please, be reasonable. You are drunk and tired, just leave."

She had tried, honestly, she did. She told them to leave, twice, she showed them she could deal with them, but, it would seem, that these were the kind of animals that you can't teach. Unless you break a few bones.

All hell broke loose. Eve sighed as the men screamed and jumped towards her, she got ready to fight when, to her surprise, the person who came to her 'rescue' was Arthur.

He pulled her into his chest and like magic the drunken idiots stopped.

"Evening mates." Arthur said with a smile, as he held Eve closer. "Now then, shall we all be good gents, and listen to the lovely lady?"

They stared at him and at the woman, they retreated.

Eve whistled. "How cute. You got them trained!" She was amused.

He glanced down at her and smirked. "It's not hard, puppet. Want me to teach you?"

Her fiery eyes landed on him and Arthur felt that same sensation he always felt when she looked at him. He watched how her lips curled up and he felt the urge to kiss her.

Eve removed herself from his grip and walked away. "Maybe some other time, pretty boy. I need to clean this mess." She pointed at the complete destruction on the tavern. At the broken plates, spilled beer, food on the wall and floor and the broken stools.

Arthur watched how she easily and quickly began cleaning things up. He stood there for a moment before Wet Stick hit him in the back of the head.

"Oi!?"

"What are you doing, mate? HELP HER!"

The man opened his mouth and closed it again, before rushing towards the woman's place and helping her.

"Please, allow me."

AN: Okay, there fixed! Sorry again guys... I should have checked before publishing them... I thought I had updated them already, sorry again. I am ashamed... (-_-')