How Do You Do It?
Back at the favoured pub of Finn Cooley and his associate, Michael, Vendetta sat and had a pint with her new employers. The Guinness was as black as their hearts as Peter fetched another pitcher. After the second glass, Michael excused himself to take a piss.
"So, how'd'ya plan ta git rid o' the man 'ho won't die, luv?" Finn said, his eyes attempting to entrance Jade's the way they used to, when he still had skin on his face rather than a plexiglass face mask which made him look like some Phantom of the Opera cast reject.
"Ya sayin' I canna' do it?" she challenged with a smirk, knowing full well that wasn't at all what he meant, but the game was set in play.
"Many men 'ave tried," Finn put forth, taking a drink from his pint glass and swallowing the thick beer with satisfaction. She certainly hadn't lost her fire since he left her alone in bed that night in Belfast.
"If ya've'nt noticed yet, Finn, Ah ain't no man," she said with those cold diamond eyes that had entranced him, rather than his own eyes, as green as their home isle, enchanting her. "An' I dunna' give up easy."
Peter returned with the pitcher of beer and sat down with his can of Coke. He wasn't even allowed a rye and Coke, just plain Coke, no matter how much he protested to his uncle that he was old enough to drink, even here in the states.
"So, wha's ya plan?" Finn asked, leaning closer into the woman who sat opposite him.
Jade moved closer to him and smirked, a devilish smirk that said that she was going to tell him, but then it faded and she just winked. "Dun'cha worr' tha' prettah li'l face o' your's, Finn dahlin', Ah'll git ya job done fer ya, an' then Ah'll come back an' take ya fer tha ride o' yer life." She probably wasn't joking. Finn and her had shared many nights of passion that had started out as nights of blood, bombs and gore; frankly those things made both of them horny and neither took any steps to hide it.
"'ow could any man resis' sweet talk like that," Finn sneered, tough it would have been a very polite looking grin had he the lips to pull it off. They could all remember that smirk though, the "I know I'm good looking, I know I'm going to go to bed with you tonight, I'm Finn Cooley" smirk. Of course, Jade was giving her own smirk on her side of the table, and it was just as arrogant.
"They can'," she tipped back her glass and let the rest of the thick ale slide into her mouth. It rolled over her tongue like a black sea, crashing against the back of her throat and falling into the abyss of her stomach, which reminded her.
"This place got good grub," she asked, her stomach feeling a little ill with the lack of food and the introduction of alcohol into her system. She let out a sigh and leaned back in her chair, an arm draped over the back of the chair casually.
"I think so," the accentless Peter said, a little hastily. Apparently the only ones who were allowed to speak freely were the "adults", though Vendetta guessed Peter was only about five or six years her junior.
"Well then, git tha lady somethin' ta eat, why don'tcha, Petah?" his uncle gestured for the boy to leave, and for Jade to move closer to him in the horse shoe shaped booth. With Peter off to grab something to eat, and Michael still not back from the lue, the two were lft alone to each other's company.
"So tell meh 'onestly, did'ya miss meh?" Finn asked, snaking an arm around her shoulder and pulling the red haired woman close. "Since ya won't tell meh ya plans fer takin' out tha Punisha' ya can atleast give an' ol' bastard that much, can' ya?"
"Ah did... Ah missed ya fer all of a day an' then I realized tha ya ain't worth the worry," she smirked and shifted away. "Mah plan involves me not being seen with you," she smiled and began to take her leave from the table. "And passing off as a semi successful American. You do anything to make me look like the Irish bitch I am, I'll cut off your balls and mail them to your mother. She says "Hi", by the way." And with that, Jade's Irish accent disappeared and a very convincing American accent took its place. She smiled and winked to Finn as she left the table.
Michael past her as he came with her food, a confused look washed over his face as he sat down with his uncle, who was now alone. "Where's she going?"
"Ta do 'er job an' come back ta Daddy Finn," the older, faceless man said with no small amount of pride in his voice.
"But what about the food?"
"Eh, tha three o' us should be able ta eat as much as one li'l lass like 'er," he took a fry and began to eat.
Michael returned to the table and they discussed the matter of the River Rats, the and Maginty. Jade was only hired to take care of the Punisher, not the other three, and as good as she was, to take out an entire gang would be difficult, even for her expert self.
"Hey... You're Finn Cooley..."