Irish for GTFO.
Who: Matt and Jen
What: Hitting Quattro for some payback. And payforward. Ultimately, it's to send a message to the Marinos!
Where: Quattro Restaurant
When: Sunday Afternoon
Rating: PG-13 for language, violence, and some innuendo.
Open: Nope, log (part 1)



Matt: Matty walked up the steps to Jen's front door, whistling a little as he went. He was in good spirits, as he often was when it was time for a little fuckery. Two guns were tucked in their respective spots inside of his black leather jacket, and other than being heavily armed, he looked no different. He knocked twice on Jen's door, waiting there anxiously for her to open the door. He wanted to get this show on the road, so to speak. It was already past dusk, and enough so that the black convertible he'd taken from his garage, free of license plates or any distinguishing marks, wouldn't be seen as well. He was smart when he was out causing trouble.

It had been far too long since he'd done anything about the Marino infestation problem. It wasn't like him to just sit by and coexist, as he knew the second something went wrong with their side of things, the Marino fucks would be all over it. Proactive needed to be key here. So now all he had to do was grab his partner in crime, so to speak, and off they would be.

Jen: Jen had settled the dogs in and gone about her business like any other night. Except for the fact that she was packing heat in a couple of places and gettign ready to go out and kick some pasta loving ass. She'd tied her hair back in a tight ponytail, dressed in a pair of tight black BDUs and a white tank top. She knew she looked austere and military, but it worked. There was a reason soldiers dressed like that and it wasn't fashion. The dogs stirred as she heard the knock and she reached over, pulling on the black leather motorcycle jacket over her shirt. She winced, feeling the pull on her chest, even though her wound had almost healed.

Tucking the final gun into her coat, she walked to the door and opened it, flashing a bright grin at the man standing behind it. Her adrenaline was up as she shook her keys out of her pocket and locked the door behind her. "Let's get this show on the road, right?"

Matt: Looking up when she opened the door, Matty let out a low, drawn out whistle. He knew she probably wasn't dressing to impress, as they weren't doing anything glamorous, but she looked damn hot. He took a step back to stand out of her way. "Lets." He agreed, but before he went on to the car, he looped an arm casually around her waist and pulled her roughtly to him, a small smirk gracing his lips. "I have half a mind to scrap this little idea and spend the night in your bed instead." He smirked before he kissed her. His blood was pumping hot in his veins already, and her looking like that was not helping him any.

"Okay." He finally growled after a moment, keeping his libido in check for the moment. They had business to attend to. He probably should think better than to have such hot women working for him. "Let's roll." He said, giving her a curt slap on her ass, smirking as he led her toward the car.

Jen: Jen fixed Matt with a look, her lips curling just a little as the tops of her cheeks flushed just a little. She shifted a little in her jacket before stepping outside into the cold air. It helped clear her head just a little, but as soon as Matt's arm slipped around her waist and he tugged her to him, she felt the adrenaline spike again, causing a shiver of electricity to move through her body in a shudder. She looked down to his lips, licking her own as he spoke, and for a brief moment, she didn't think the idea was half bad. He never looked anything but edible, even when he was covered in grime from working on his cars. It was easy to return his kiss, especially with a rough enthusiasm considering how keyed up she was.

When he pulled away, she took a deep breath. "Yeah," she answered shortly, giving a nod as she started heading to the car. She laughed as he slapped her ass and she shook her head. "You better not do that when we're workin', Connelly," she warned, still smirking.

Matt: A little bit of a frustrated grumble sounded from him, though nothing in way of actual words. Jen was very bad for his resolve, he knew this, as whenever he saw her, his mind immediately fell into the gutter and just how many ways he could take her until they were completely spent. Another time, he had to have tunnel vision right now. Otherwise, he'd end up getting the both of them killed.

"No?" He said, perching a brow innocently as he smirked. "Why? Do I distract you?" He said with a crooked grin, leaning over to open her car door for her. You have a job to do, Connelly. He thought to himself, shaking his head a little. He half-jogged around the car and slid in before he turned it on. He reached over to turn up the loud song that came on the radio, only adding to the adrenaline in his system. Glancing over at her, he smirked. "Here we go." He said before he shifted and tore away from the curb.

Jen: Turn it off, Eads. Else you're gonna get your ass shot again, she reminded herself as they walked and she glanced over, rolling her eyes. As if he had to ask that question. "What do you think?" she answered, her hazel eyes flashing to his face as she slipped into the car and closed the door. Jen shifted, adjusting the gun tucked in the back of her pants, the cool metal bulk uncomfortable, but not disquieting. It might have been digging into her lower back, but she wasn't going to worry about that. The fact that she was carrying made her feel better about this, even though she knew that the Italians probably weren't going to be unarmed.

"Right on," Jen murmured, just barely audible over the music as she nodded and the amusement leaked off of her face, replaced with resolve and excitement.

Matt: That playful smirk stayed on his lips as he drove, nodding a little bit. "Good. Glad I'm not the only one." He said, grinning wider as he drove. He stole occasional glances over to her, but as he drove closer to the Quattro restaurant, his grip on the wheel got a little tighter, and his brow furrowed a bit in concentration. He was growing anxious, not scared, but ready. His senses seemed to heighten as they got closer, and he was slightly on edge. He'd never be able to fully describe what it was that took over him at a time like this, but he never questioned it.

He slowed down the car when they came toward the street of their 'attack'. He pulled around back, driving the car until it rolled to a stop in the alley way out the side of the restaurant. "Ready?" He said, smirking as his legs jumped a little with excitement. He reached over her and opened the glove compartment to grab one last gun. Just in case.

Jen: There was a little bit of anxiety coiling in her gut, she could feel it trying to pull her down. It was that same thing that had led to her problems in Iraq, but like hell was she going to let it get to her now. Her face might as well have been a mask of seriousness, even though there was a concentrated excitement to the way she was holding herself, her leg bouncing just a little as she nodded to the music.

As they pulled up, she gave a nod and the mask broke as she flashed him another grin. "As I'll ever be. Let's go get some Italian to go."

Matt: Matty snorted a laugh at her comment and nodded. "Sounds good to me." he said, smirking a little as he got out of the car. He tugged his leather jacket down, letting it fall casually as he walked around to gather her up. He stopped by her door and glanced around the alley way, immediately zoning in on the door that led into the restaurant. His eyes followed the pathway up a fire escape, his brain contemplating any escape routes, in case things went bad.

He waited for her to gather herself before he casually took her hand in his, as if they were two lovers just going in for a bite to eat. "Cocked and locked?" He murmured, smirking a little as he allowed instinct to take over, letting him appear more casual than he really was. It was all about the presentation, the element of surprise. Those Italian fuckers wouldn't know what hit them.

Jen: Jen glanced over and smirked again, straightening her jacket as she got out, making sure that the bulges at her shoulder and back were concealed well. She nodded and slipped out of the car, palming his hand in hers as they made their way towards the restaurant. She was taking her cues from him as any good soldier would. Her own eyes traced the paths and then she waited for him to open the door. She was just as casual as she'd be any other day, even though they were getting ready to cause chaos.

Matt: "Here we go." He murmured, that still small smirk staying in place on his face. Opening the door to the restaurant, he ushered her in before he followed, glancing around. Being so early in the evening, there wasn't that big of a crowd. This was good, the fewer people about to cause problems for them, the better. He dismissed the hostess with a wave of his free hand, earning an annoyed look as he tugged Jen along with him to the bar. He slid into a stool as he glanced around the small crowd. A few teenagers all texting on their phones in one corner. A few servers about the floor, looking bored as they handed people their orders. A guy down at the end of the bar, looking like he was on his tenth drink already. The bartender, a burly guy who might give them a little bit of trouble. Undoubtedly most of the people here were associates, family and friends of one Mr. Leonardo Marino. It was time to send a message. "Two whiskeys, doubles." He called out, giving Jen a little wink after he called out their order.

Jen: Jen allowed Matt to tug her past the waitress, acting the part of the ditzy date as she giggled and bounced up to the bar. She allowed her eyes to sweep the place quickly, assessing any possible threats. The people who worked here, definitely. She'd bet money on the bartender having a weapon. Hell, the man looked like a weapon. As the drinks ended up on the counter, she eyed it before lifting it to her lips and downing it. She could have played the part of girly and turned it down, but it was fucking whiskey. She wasn't wasting it.

Unsurprisingly, it was shit whiskey. Fucking Italians.

Matt: Matty smirked at the way the bar tender handed them their drinks. Leave it to the Italians to care so little about anyone who might want to cause them harm. Fucking idiots thought they were untouchable. At least Matty knew that he was vulnerable of the flesh, and could be killed just as easily as he could kill. He followed suit with Jen and downed his own whiskey, wincing as the alcohol burned his throat. "Fuck." He growled, slamming the glass on the bar. Ah, the perfect in. "You call that shit whiskey?" He hollered at the bar tender, his hand instinctively going inside his jacket to grip the butt of his gun. "Where the fuck do you get your alcohol, ya wop fucker? Back in the 'mother land' or whatever the hell you call that shithouse of a country you come from?"

Jen: As Matt began his rant, Jen threw her glass across the bar, fixing a glare to the bartender as she reached into the back of her coat and pulled out her gun, keeping it level with her hip as the bartender paid his attention to the raving Irishman. "Maybe someone else should spend your money, buy you the right fucking whiskey instead of this watery shit. Bet you got the wine right, though, s'about the only thing you pasta-eating pussies can manage."

Matt: Matty smirked just a little at her words and nodded. "I think someone should teach you fuckers how we do it here in America, you think?" He asked, never taking his eyes off of the man who quite obviously towered over him. He counted in his head as the man approached, his fingers curling a little tighter around his gun. He stood up, as one might when they are sizing each other up, nothing more. The bar tender said some words of warning which just made Matty laugh. He glanced toward Jen, his eyes connecting with her for one moment before he whipped his attention back to the guy, his gun coming out so fast that a more unpracticed man might have wavered a moment. He smacked the nose of the gun fast and hard right into the bar tender's temple, effectively sending him crashing to the ground. Pussy. "Now I would suggest..." He said coolly, turning around to see a crowd of onlooking people, most scared, some angry. "That none of you do anything stupid...though, you all were stupid enough to think you could move into Boston without any consequences, so my hopes are not high."

Jen: Jen watched, the tension in the room thick as a couple of the patrons watched Matt and the bartender square off. As soon as Matt whipped out his gun, Jen had pushed off of her seat and had pulled her own weapon from her coat, leveling it with both hands as she swung her gaze quickly around the patrons of the restaurant. She looked from Matt to the kitchen, nodding her head to the side as she stalked over and into the back, gathering the people there with a couple of waves of her gun and a steely glare. With a minimum of threats Jen got the kitchen crew into the dining room of the restaurant and she pointed to a corner. "Stay there, and don't fucking move. Everyone on the goddamned floor." She rejoined Matt, keeping her eyes on the Italians as he made the next move.

Matt: Matt had seen Jen in action before, but he was still impressed with the way she handled the situation. He wandered around the bar, whistling an Irish drinking song as he did so. He couldn't help but laugh a bit, it was all just a little ridiculous. "Now, see..." He said, leaning against the bar as he stared at all the people who were now bowing down to the floor. "Every other establishment in our side of Boston seems so content, and willing, mind you - to pay their debts to us. We let a business run in peace, we offer protection, mostly from you spaghetti fuckers, but it's a great give-take scenario. We just take a little of the profits, nothing big. It works well." He said, grabbing the register card from the unconscious body of the bar tender and walking over to the register. He opened it without much fuss, his gun still gripped in one hand. "So...the way I figure it. You guys owe us a fuckin' lot of money." He said as he began to gather the bills from the register, his eyes carefully flicking up to pay attention to their hostages. "Babe, lets see if we can get any of that fine Italian jewelry I hear so much about." He said, smirking as he nodded toward the people lined up on the floor.

Jen: This was...ridiculously easy, so far. Jen watched the people lower themselves to the floor, a couple of the teen girls crying as they stayed down. She kept her gaze fastened to one of the young men for a long moment, as if daring him to try something. Matt's words caught her attention and she pursed her lips, nodding once. Stepping over to the group of people, Jen flicked her gun to the side. "Jewelry please, wallets and purses too. You've all seen movies, you know how this goes..." She glanced to the young man again, her eyebrow ticking up. "One thing the movies lie about though, is how it ends when someone tries to play hero." The people began to strip off their jewelry and pull out their wallets. "Toss it in the middle," she nodded to a space somewhat beside her, watching all of the people carefully. "Oh, and if any of you have guns, you might want to take them out and slide them to me, because if I see one after this, even a goddamned glint, I'll shoot. No questions asked. You'll have had your chance and it's right now."

Matt: Matt watched her for a moment, shaking his head as the lewd thoughts flooded his mind. He grinned and shook his head again before he emptied out the register, only leaving the pennies there. He went to check the bar tender's body, getting a wallet and a gold chain from around his neck. He tossed them toward the pile Jen was accumulating in the middle of the room. Glancing up, he caught sight of a rifle securely fastened under the bar. "Fucking. Morons." He laughed aloud, gripping the gun and pulling it down. "Will you look at this..." He said, rolling the gun between his hands. "Now how the fuck does anyone expect that this will actually work as a defense? I mean, really. By the time you pull this monster of a gun up, your brains are all over the back wall. Dumb." He said, shaking his head a little as he held the gun upright. He put it on top of the bar and grabbed the bar tender's wrists. He dragged him out from behind the bar and leaned him up against it. "Now this. Is a face only a mother could love." He said, grinning as he gave him a little slap. In a movement, he tore off the guy's shirt, taking no care as it ripped, and used that to tie his wrists all too tight to one of the bolted in bar stools. "Hey babe, you got a lipstick over there?" He asked, an amused grin twisting his lips.

Jen: Jen smirked as she watched the pile build to a rather nice size and she glanced back, laughing at the sight of the shotgun. It was for the fear effect mostly. There's no way anyone in their right mind would believe that it was a good weapon for defense. Shaking her head, she turned back to the crowd, watching them. At Matt's question, she almost turned and gave him a look (one that said that he knew damned well that she didn't carry lipstick), but when she realized what he was asking, she reached down and snagged a nice looking purse, pulling out a particularly garish shade of red from it. Turning a little, she tossed it to Matt and then shot her glance back just in time to see one of the kids try and make a move. Jen walked over and kicked the kid in the face, sending him back. One of the girls, presumably his date, looked up and called her a bitch. Curling her lip, Jen leaned down just a tiny bit. "Better my boot than a bullet."

Matt: Matt stood up straight when he saw the kid making a move, but grit his teeth when Jen handled it. He wouldn't think twice at putting a bullet in someone who screwed things up for them, and not to mention how fiercely protective he was over people he cared about, Jen particularly, and he wouldn't hesitate to defend her. This whole thing was probably something Patrick would consider insanely stupid, but Patrick had left him in charge, and he had a much more bullish way of handling things. "I really wouldn't piss her off, sweetheart. I've got the scars to attest to that." He directed at the girl who mouthed off. Taking the lipstick, he began to draw on the chest of the bar tender, laughing a little as he drew a four-leaf clover on his body. He shook his head and stood up, looking down at him. "You really shouldn't have such pansy-ass bartenders in this town, y'know?" He said, pulling along the trash bag he'd already begun to fill up as he walked away from the bar tender and bent to start filling it up with the spoils. "You know, I expected a little more fun to all of this. I didn't expect you all to be limp-dick wusses."

Jen: Jen smirked at Matt's comment, letting a dark chuckle slip from her lips as she shook her head down at the girl. The girl shut up wisely and returned to cradling her boyfriend. Jen glanced over and watched Matt draw the clover, a smug sense of satisfaction running through her. "No shit," she murmured before returning to watching the small crowd. She heard Matt come up beside her and start loading the stuff up before she glanced down. "Safe?" she asked, knowing that there had to be more cash in this place than what was in that small register. And where was the manager of all people? Hiding?

Matt: Matt stood up straight next to her, glancing around at the ten or so people crowded about there. His eyes narrowed in a menacing way as he tried to contemplate exactly what to do here. He looped an arm casually around Jen's shoulders, his hand still securely holding his gun. "If you can handle these shitheads, I'll go find the safe." he said, his eyes never leaving the people he would be leaving under her care. He left her side after a moment to walk along the row of people there. "Now, I am expecting all of you to be on your best behavior. I don't want to hear about any of you acting up. Just be good, and we'll be out of your hair, and I'll even leave enough to buy you all a round. See how generous I am? Really, you're all just on the wrong side here is all." He smirked and walked back over to Jen. "You got it?"

Jen: Tilting her head towards Matt, she nodded, casting another cold glance over the people gathered. "No problem. I have a gut feeling they're going to behave." She felt him slip away and watched as he walked down the line and then slipped back to her. "Yeah, I got it." She moved her gaze to the people on the ground again, holding her gun in her hand as she eyed them for any signs of movement or trouble. Hell, she'd have had a field day if one of them had decided to smart off, but wisely, they were keeping their mouths shut.

Matt: "Well, I'll count on your gut then." He said with a smirk. He glanced back over his shoulder at them before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. "Just holler if you need anything." He murmured against her ear, fighting the urge to really give these suckers a show right here in the middle of their little bar and restaurant. Really, the place looked nothing like the quality the Firecracker had to offer. He stepped away from her and wandered toward the back, gun poised just in case he needed to shoot anybody in his way.

Jen: Another soft nod was given after he pulled away and she let the barest trace of a smirk out as she flicked a glance to him before he left. This was fun, though she doubted that if and when there was a next time, it'd be quite this easy. Jen kept her focus forward, watching the people huddle on the ground, her eyes drifting back to the teenagers. A small bit of movement alerted her to the fact that someone was doing something they shouldn't have been doing and she grit her teeth. "Oh hell no," she spat, walking over and flattening her booted foot over the girl's wrist. The girl squeaked and her boyfriend (not the kid she'd kicked, who was cowering to the side) almost lashed out before Jen clicked the safety off of her gun, leveling it into the boy's face.

Leaning down, she picked up the cellphone with her free hand and read the text message on the screen. Snorting, she threw the phone across the room, hearing it hit the wall with a satisfying crack. "Cell phones out now," she hissed, looking displeased.

Matt: Matt paused when he came up to a door knocked 'office'. He listened quietly, hearing some muffled sound on the other side of the door. His brow pulled together. What an ass. A manager just leaving his crew out there to suffer? Tsk tsk. Not good at all. In one fast movement, he pulled back and thrust his foot forward, the door snapping as it burst open. Matt, with his gun poised, blinked at the scene in front of him. There behind the door was a man, one he assumed was the manager, with some young little tartlet bent over his desk. Both looked at him with shocked expressions, barely masking their horror at the man pointing a gun at them. The man panicked and mentioned something about knowing his wife knew, and this was it. Matt threw back his head and gave a loud, hearty laugh, his gun still pointed directly at them. "You stupid wop fuckers. I kid you not, if I didn't hate your rotting guts so much, you might be good for a laugh." He said, his eyes now narrowing in all seriousness. "Now, I would suggest you put your dick away and direct me toward the safe before I lose my cool here." He said, glaring at them now. Oh this was a good one.

Jen: Jen watched as the cellphones came out and were slid over to her and she let out a sigh, gritting her teeth again. Stupid assholes. She seriously wondered who'd be here first, the cops or the Italians. She hoped it was the Italians, frankly. She really didn't want to shoot a cop. They needed to do something about the surveillance...or did they? Jen had a distinct feeling that Matt wanted the Italians to know who'd hit them, but did he want the cops to know? She heard a laugh and raised an eyebrow before shrugging slightly. Sounds like he found something...

Matt: Matt was shown the safe, and it really seemed like the manager was more concerned with Matt telling his wife about the affair than getting a bullet in the head. "I don't even know your wife, I won't tell her. Combination now, asshole." He said, gesturing toward the safe with his gun. Matty let out a low whistle of amusement when he was shown the safe. "I'll give this much to you guys, you bring in a bit more cash that your shit taste for alcohol might suggest." He said, glancing back at them. "Now pretty..." He said, pointing at the blonde with his gun. "Be a doll and empty this out for me into this bag here." He said, producing another bag from his pocket. He gestured to the guy to come over, and he pointed the gun directly at his head. "And you so much as look the wrong way, your lover boy gets a bullet in his brain." He said, his tone clear that he wasn't joking.

Jen: Jen waited, though she was a bit on edge. Already, those damned kids had proven to be more trouble than they should have been. She kept her eyes on them, but shifted her focus just a little, seeing someone move. Her gaze landed on an older couple and she gave the briefest shake of her head before the man stopped moving and looked cowed. "No heroes." Jen reaffirmed, before smirking. "Or do I have to say it in fucking Italian?" The girls sniffled while one called her another name and Jen just let it roll off. She really didn't fucking care if some spoiled little spaghetti tosser called her a bitch, or anything worse for that matter.

Matt: It was only a few minutes and the safe was emptied out, and the girl was blubbering, but what she was saying was completely lost on Matt. He didn't care. Grabbing the bag, he motioned for them to walk through the door. "Let's go, love birds." He said, smirking a little as he ushered them down the hall. "Gang's all here!" He announced giving the guy a little shove as they reentered the main room. "Here you all thought your boss was a coward leaving you to your own devices..." He said, ignoring the pleading look he got from the 'boss' man. "Nah, he as just fucking the new waitress. Damn, if this is what she does to keep the job, one really has to wonder what she did to get the job." He grinned, resuming his place beside Jen. Looping his arm around her shoulders, he smiled, knowing their time was drawing short. "You almost ready baby? Or should we kill one of them, just for show." He teased, grinning as he said it.

Jen: Sparing a glance back as she heard Matt call out, Jen watched the manager (looking slightly rumpled) and a waitress (looking very rumpled) walk out of the hall, followed by Matt. She snorted as Matt announced just what he'd caught the manager doing. The nerve of some people...even if, technically, Jen was fucking her own boss too. It was different though. Had to be. Shaking her head, Jen chuckled again before she eyed the crowd. "I'm ready to go...and nah. I think we made our statement loud and clear." She picked up one of the bags, resting it over her shoulder as she moved towards the door. They were almost done, almost out, and her nerves were buzzing like livewires.

Matt: "Alright then." He said, smirking a little as he watched them, some relieved, some with newfound anger. He simply grinned, but glanced back when he heard the bar tender stirring. Leaving Jen again, he walked over to him. "Apparently someone thought he'd wake up a little early from his nap." He said before he grabbed the rifle from atop the bar. In a swift movement, probably one that was a little too strong, he hit the bar tender squarely in the face, leaving a deep crimson gash across his cheek. "People need to learn their place." He said, shaking his head as he said it. Walking back over to her, he lifted both bags in one hand and slung them over his shoulder like Santa. "Oh right. I am a man of my word." He said, digging into the bag and pulling out a 20 dollar bill. "This should cover a round of that shithouse booze you have over there." He said, grinning as he tossed it on the ground. He clapped a hand over Jen's ass, giving her a playful squeeze as he gave a leering grin over the crowd. "You have all been wonderful, and I'd say if you don't want a little repeat of this little fun-filled evening, I suggest moving back to New York where people don't give a fuck. Boston, as your friend's chest so clearly now states, is Irish. You all better fucking remember that." He said, smirking as he blew off two shots straight into the roof.

Jen: Casting an annoyed look over her shoulder, she watched Matt crack the bartender across the face with a huff of laughter. "Damned straight," she looked back to the crowd and then turned with Matt, amusement clear on her face as he tossed down the twenty. She jumped a little as he grabbed her ass and she smirked. Irish. Boston was definitely fucking absolutely Irish. A little bit of plaster dusted the air as she headed out the door, hearing the faintest trace of sirens in the distance. That stupid little bitch with her goddamned cell phone. Ah well, they still had time to get away. Slipping over to the car, she opened the door and slid in, tossing the bag into the back seat.

Matt: "We'll leave you to your company. Sure as shit hope that nobody catches the drug ring you fuckers are running around here." That was one thing he couldn't stand. Sure the Connelly's had their devious nature, of course, it was the very nature of their business, but nobody sold drugs on their watch, nobody touched kids, there were lines that you just did not cross. "Enjoy your evening." He said, tipping the rifle from his forehead toward the crowd in a mocking salute. He laughed as he hurried out the front with Jen and around to where their car was waiting for them. Throwing the bags and guns into the back seat of the convertible, he turned around and caught her, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her flush against him. "You should really work on not being so god damned fucking hot." He half scolded, pushing her back against the side of the car. "It's distracting as hell." He said, grinning. The adrenaline pumping through his body was sending him into overdrive, and he loved it.

Jen: Wow, the Italians were not going to be happy. Good. Fuck 'em. Jen really hadn't liked being shot, so she figured that this was fair. Hell, this was better than fair. Not a single one of theirs got shot. They just took the hit to the cash, and whatever Matt and Jen had gotten from the safe was probably chump change compared to what the Marinos really had. No, it was more the statement than anything else. Fuck with the Irish, they fuck right back. Jen had just finished tossing the bag into the back before she was grabbed by Matt. Her facade finally breaking, she let out a breathless laugh and she bit her lip. "Sorry, really wasn't trying...you on the other hand..." she murmured, leaning forward to catch his lips in a hard kiss. Her heart was beating hard and she held his lips with hers for a long moment before she glanced towards the street. "Cops. Not the right place for that," she reminded, though she wasn't entirely certain who she was reminding, Matt or herself.

Matt: Grinning right back at her, his smile fell when she kissed him, his entire body leaning against hers as he kissed her right back in a breathless kiss, his heart beating so loud he could hear it in is ears. He pulled back after a moment, sucking in a deep breath of the cold night air. It felt good in his lungs, and everything about the moment was exhilarating. He growled a little at the sound of the sirens and nodded. "Fuck it, you're right." He said, giving her another lingering kiss that was loud when he parted from her. "And hell, most of them are on our payroll anyway." He said, grinning a little at her. "Hop in. Time to celebrate." He said, grinning as he nodded toward her side of the car, still reluctant to let her go.