"Actually Cowboy it is, and I fight like a guy because I had three brothers while I was growing up to teach me. That is until they had to leave, But now here I am, Owner of this Club," She said with a small smile. "You said you already had a job, Where do you work? The Presinct?" She asked curiously. having remembered that he'd identified himself as a cop earlier. "If you do, don't worry, cops are welcome here" She said.

"Oh really?" He asked in mock disbeleif. It was odd to hear indirectly but openly that cops weren't welcome in other average pubs or clubs.
Brian tossed the dirty tissue in the garbage can behind the bar and downed the second shot, which gave him a warm, tingling sensation.
"I have a friend who might be looking for a job. He's more the kind of guy you're looking for." He held out his hands indicating the size of his friends broad shoulders.
"I'm part of a unit against theft."

"That's awesome, You see him anytime soon bring him by, and You get all the free drinks you want Cowboy" Honey said smiling. she sent her employee's home and turned off the music and the strobe lights and put some regular lights on, "What's Mr. Tough Guy's name?" She asked curiously, wondering who this guy could be if he was being reccomended by a cop. She leaned on the bar towards him. Her shirt revealed her clevage as she looked at him, She liked him, and she didn't like many people.

It was hard not to stare at her cleavage. Brian practically had to tear his eyes away.
"His name is Roman. I'm not even sure if he's in town right now. I'll give him a call tomorrow though."
So she asked for his friends name but not for his.
"I'm Brian...O'Conner, never been on a horse in my life." He smirked and then got up from the stool.
"Thanks for the drinks."

"Not a problem Brian" she said smiling as she followed him to the door with her eyes, Man he's cute, she thought to herself, she wiped off the bar and cleaned the dishes before focusing her attention on the floor, she took out a Mop and cleaned every inch, still thinking about the cute cop that was named Brian O'Conner. She then realized that she hadn't told him her name. She shrugged and figured she would when she saw him again. She also wondered if there was a Garage to take her Motorcycle to, it had been acting up these past few days and wouldn't start.

Half drunk, half sore Brian stepped out into the cold air of the night. Only a few girls were still hanging out in front of it talking and smoking.
Slowly he walked down the street and around the corner to the docks where his house boat was tied up.
Tired he unlocked the glass door and fell down on his bed. He would sure regret the fight the next morning but tonight he was lost in thoughts about the pretty brunette. She was confident, pretty and witty. In some ways she reminded him of Mia. Brian sighed deeply.