Things and Stuff
"I'm afraid Jackson isn't home right now. He and Mr. Porter are out in the city on a job." Adam paused and looked down to Natasha, sending the girl a friendly smile. He'd left Jackson and the others at the butchers shop so they could torture and kick the shit out of Teddy, but he wasn't about to go into remotely any details about that fact in his present company. "There's never a dull moment in New York, that's for sure," he said, letting out a brief chuckle. Blake was certainly attractive, but something about finding out a woman was married was an instant buzz killer for Adam. Even more of a deterrent was the fact she was married to one of Porter's most respected employees. On the plus side, the turnaround time for removing any kind of of attraction-borne awkwardness had been practically instantaneous.
"Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. McCarthy," he replied to her introduction, sending her a nod. "Adam Harper," he gave his name. He looked down to the shy child as Blake introduced her daughter. He raised his hand for a light wave and sent her an oddly reassuring smile considering the more violent, unsavoury behaviour he was often having to display. Natasha waved at Olivia and Blake then prompted the child to go find the other children. "Olivia, you should find Lorelei so you can all muck around. Wind Thomas up while you're at it," he joked.
"Hi," Olivia greeted Natasha and stood on the spot for a moment as she waited for the other girl to join her. "There's Lorelei and Thomas, but Leo's not here today. But then there's lots of dogs around this house. We can see the dogs, yeah?" She seemed to find some of her own confidence in the moment, as Natasha seemed shy, which in turn encouraged Olivia to take the lead in helping the newcomer out.
Adam remained silent as Lucy joined them and excitedly greeted Blake. Watching the two women embrace, he couldn't help but look away as he tried not to let his mind wonder. He couldn't blame anyone if they assumed the two blondes were sisters. He knew one or two of the guards outside would have a few words to say if they were standing in Adam's spot. Albeit, they'd be crude words about scoring with two sisters, but Adam was of course far too innocent to let such thoughts enter his mind...
"Ah, that's no trouble, Mrs. Porter," he said, looking back to Lucy when she thanked him for getting the door. He returned Blake's smile and nodded as the two women prepared to chat in the lounge. "See you later. I'm sure Your husbands will be home soon," he assured them.
Having spent his day guarding the hospital and then driving James around, Adam had finally been able to clock off for the day. He didn't have plans for the evening but staying alone in his apartment wasn't an option. Instead, he headed down to The Emerald to see if any of the regulars were already there. When he arrived in the pub, there was some regulars, but not the ones he liked to spend his time with. He had an aversion towards old Larry the Lech, for a start, so that guy wasn't getting any of his attention. He was pretty sure it was considered bad form to beat up an old pensioner - even a gobby one. Instead, he headed straight to the bar where Rachel was serving customers.
"Double whiskey, please," he requested. As Rachel set about filling the glass tumbler, Adam rested his left elbow on the bar and looked around for a moment before setting eyes back on Rachel. "Did you tell that brother of yours I'm pissed off with him for selling the garage? I took my bike in for a paint job at the garage a couple of blocks down and I might as well have just let a five-year-old loose with some finger-paints. Wouldn't have had that shit service at Noah's old place."
"Noah's got bigger things to worry about from his prison cell. Besides, he didn't exactly have much choice in the matter, remember?" Rachel asked, setting the drink down in front of Adam and holding her hand out for his cash. "Between you and Conor, I've had my fill of moody tough guys for one day, so loosen up, would ya?" she said, flashing a smile. Rachel looked away from Adam to serve the woman who had entered the pub and asked for a whiskey. "Coming right up!" she cheerfully told Brooklyn.
Hearing the female voice coming from next to him, Adam turned to look at Brooklyn, raising a curious eyebrow as noted her choice of drink. He sure did like women who opted for the hard stuff. "A woman with taste," he couldn't help but acknowledge her. He looked over his shoulder, surprised to see the lady was in the pub by herself. It wasn't often he saw a classy woman in the pub, especially there by herself. As if on cue, the sound of a wolf whistle was heard and predictably from the corner of the room Larry was occupying. "I'd ignore that lot. They don't get much human contact outside of each other, never mind from a female," he drily remarked.