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Joe smiled and shook his head, standing and walking to Doris, "Here sweat heart," he lit a match and held it up to her cigarette carefully. "What's a beauty like you doing in a dive like this?" He sipped more of his whiskey, toying with the kid. "Your daddy know you're down here?" He winked and chucked her chin.

He took a step back, opening up his arms. He looked hurt, though the grin showed his obvious intent, "Sweet heart, you forgot my face already? Name's Joe. I've done a little work for your dad. Doris, right? I remember when you were such a sweet kid, and now you're smoking up in a bar. How times change. You drink at all?" He waved down the bartender for another drink.

charles watched her hug joe as he walked back toward the stairs to get the rest of his shipment. a couple of customers snuck behind him in an attempt to steal the beer. He grabbed one of the barrels and turned around to see the two drunken customers, holding a couple of metal from one of the old barrels. "Hmm. What do you guys need?" He dodged just out of the way as one of them swung the metal at him. "Crap." He dropped the barrel and dodged another swing. With a quick uppercut he sent one of them sprawling to the floor, while the other scored a hit to his side with a hard swing. He stepped back, holding his side in pain. "Great, two tubs of lard at once." He smiled at the look of anger on both their faces as they rushed at him. He rested his foot on the barrel they hadn't noticed earlier and rolled i with his foot. Crashing both of the drunkers and their make-shift weapons fell at his feet. "There. Now then... What to do with the two of you?" He smiled as a few minutes later he followed the two drunkers as they carried the last barrels inside, while holding a pointed peice of metal at their backs. "Move it unless you want to feel this in your backs."

"Hey william. These two were trying to steal the beer but I taught them a little lesson." One of the costomers started to grumble but a quick stab with the metel piece shut him up. "Move you lards!" After they had walked into the back room, they both fell uncouncscious from two quick hits to their heads. "There, now how will I finish off these two?" He walked back out and lcoked the door behind him. "william, what should we do with those guys later? 'Cause if we let 'em go. they'll propably go to the cops."

"I was born ready," she told him. Which was sort of true, the life her mother wanted for her was dull and boring. She remembered her coming out party her mother held for her when she turned 16. The men her mother chose to come to 'suit' her daughter were boring guys. Sure, they had money, but she doesn't care about money, she wants adventure and none of them promised her that.

"I know what I'm getting into Joe," she told him. Which was true as well, her father made sure to tell her every possible bad thing that could happen, but she doesn't care. "You live life once," she told him, and now she's repeating it for Joe to hear. "Make the most of it," she took a drag on her cigarette, the long line of ash fell to the floor.

She then heard a commotion and saw Charles with two men passed out at his feet. The way he was holding his side made it noticeable that he was hurt, the two men were full of bruises and scrapes as well. She sighed, excused herself and walked over to him.

"What happened Charles?" She asked him, her face was still hot from the flattery she received from Joe.

"Oh these two were trying to steal my shipment but I fixed them up." He looked over at her, noticing that she seemed uncomfortable about something. "What's with you?"

Joe sighed a little and stood almost straight up, revealing just how strangely tall he was. "What will you need help with?" He stood behind her, a scrawny, looming giant, watching Charles and the men he had. "I think they're too heavy for me, if that's what you're thinking." He put out his cigarette, and pulled out a toothpick to put between his lips. "However, if you really want to get rid of them, the ocean's a great place. Sure their bodies will wash up in a few days, but the coppers likely have 'em pegged already as crooks. They'll be upset, sure, but not too crushed."

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William shook his head. "Don't use the rifle; that's too much noise. Just... Irish them up a little bit." He said while holding up his fists. "They don't look too tough. Call me if you need help, eh?"