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Andy was only halfway through her shift and her feet were killing her. So far nothing had happened apart from getting hit on by a variety of sleazy men. She had kept her name Andy but her surname had changed to O'Malley, which wasn't much of a change from her real name but would allow her to work in the Irish bar and help her to fit in.

She knew without even looking up the minute he entered the bar it was almost as though she was attuned to him instinctively. She smirked as she noticed the hair gel and his cocky demeanour. She walked slowly over to get their drinks order. Sam was in full swing telling an outrageous story and the men were all howling with laughter. As she approached Sammy as he was to be known as for this op took a leisurely look at her from the tips of her stilettos travelling slowly up her stockinged legs to her short skirt that was more like a belt, continuing up to rest appreciatively on her low cut top and finally stopping at her now flushed face.

He let out a slow whistle and smirked. "Oh baby, you are just what the doctor ordered, how would you like to get with this? He gestured to himself and waited expectantly. The men around him all watched with great interest.

Andy leaned over seductively licking her lips and replied. "Oh baby, not even in your wildest dreams could you handle this." She gestured to herself. "Now boys what would you like to drink."

The boys all laughed appreciatively at Sammy being so effectively shot down in public, they playfully slapped him on the back offering their laughing commiserations.

As she walked away to fill their order, Sammy seemingly rallied himself and grinned. "Boys I have been out of circulation for a while but just give me a little time and she will be beggin' for some Sammy action."

"Yeah sure Sammy boy, whatever you say." Paul O'Rourke brother of Tommy the owner said disbelievingly. "Let's get down to business, we are receiving very important visitors to the club tonight and I need you all to be vigilant. Because some dumb junkies have died it's brought the heat on us so be on the lookout for coppers. If you see anyone like that give us a nod and we will deal with it. Sammy I want you and Mark to be out front sitting at the bar and keeping a watch on what is going on in the club. Understand?" he questioned.

Sammy and Mark nodded without speaking and they all went their separate ways.

Sammy swaggered over to the bar and ordered a beer. Andy looked at him tenderly and served him his drink. They were both conscious of being watched as they played out their roles.

"So doll, what does a guy like me gotta do to get a girl like you to go out with him." He drawled.

"God not much." she thought falling under the spell of his gorgeous dark eyes and dimples. Instead she replied cheekily. "Get a personality transplant you bum." She walked away swaying her hips as she went.

Sammy's mouth dropped open as he watched her and he shouted after her. "See you tonight baby." He dropped some bills on the bar and wandered out.

A few hours later Sam returned and met with Mark and both settled at different ends of the bar to observe everything. He felt frustrated at not being included in the action yet but as yet he was an unknown quantity and had yet to prove himself worthy of a more important role within the organisation. He sighed and raised the beer to his lips and took a long pull from the bottle.

Andy sauntered over and asked him if he wanted anything else.

"Just your phone number honey and I'll die a happy man." He smiled winningly at her, his dimples deepening with his smile.

"Yeah, not gonna happen." Andy smiled to take the sting out of her words even though she was only playing a role.

Sam leaned in as though to whisper something in her ear. He put his hand out to stroke her cheek and said softly. "Let Boyd know that something big is going down tonight and I am watching for anything or anyone who is paying undue attention, namely the cops. I will let you know as soon as I find anything else out."

She slapped his hand away playfully and retorted as though he had suggested something totally outrageous.

"Not in your wildest fantasies buddy."

Sam merely sighed and warned her "I am not giving up"

She smiled and went to serve someone else.

She was called in to serve the visitors in the back room. It was then she noticed Tommy O'Rourke for the first time and the men he was meeting. She was careful to smile dumbly at the men and not look as though she was listening to every word. She managed to hear about a shipment coming in the following Friday but didn't hear where it was happening. She laughed good heartedly but grimaced when one of the men slapped her behind as she was walking away. Frustrated she went back out to the front bar.

The bar was especially noisy tonight and Sam was bored out of his mind as he wanted to be in the thick of things and he also couldn't talk much to Andy as she was busy serving the customers.

A slight altercation caught his attention and he looked up from his beer just in time to see a drunk man try to manhandle Andy who was awkwardly trying to edge away without drawing attention to herself.

"Hell no" Sam thought only my hands are allowed to touch her. He bolted over to the man and laid him out with one punch. He motioned to the bouncers on the door to throw the guy out.

He then backtracked to where Andy was to check her out and ask if she was okay. She replied that she was angry that she couldn't defend herself properly without giving herself away.

She smiled at Sam and acted as though he was her hero for saving her.

Sam smiled knowingly and took the praise as his just. He then asked if he could see her home. She cheekily replied "Ask me again tomorrow." And then she strutted confidently away.

"Man I have got to get me some of that." Sam shook his head as the other patrons at the bar laughed heartily at him.

The business meeting came to an end at last and Tommy O'Rourke made his way out to the bar with a satisfied swagger, the deal apparently done to his satisfaction. He patted Sammy on the back and smirked that maybe Andy was a little out of the league of an ex-con. Sam ruefully agreed with him and they sat up talking and drinking for a while longer.

Sam watched as Andy made her way home, he watched as she locked the door behind her and her light came on. He sunk his hands into his pockets and hunched his shoulders against the cooling night and made his way back to the hole he called his apartment, all the while wishing that Andy was there so that he could take care of her.

Sam dreamed of Andy that night and in his dream they were married with children and living a good life. She was his to touch and kiss whenever he wanted and all was good with the world. He woke with tears running down his face as he realised he was dreaming. He shook himself off and told himself to get back in the game.

Meanwhile Andy was back at her apartment after she filled Boyd in on the evening's goings on; she showered and got ready for bed. She wished that she didn't play hard to get and that she had allowed Sam/Sammy to take her home she missed the feeling of her hand in his and his warm lips caressing hers even though they had only been on one date. Sighing she turned off her light and attempted to get some sleep before she had to start it all again the next day.