The Trouble with Dames Part 1

"Bloody dames," Jason spoke aloud to himself as he nursed the bleeding nose given to him by a lucky punch. There was little doubt that his nose was broken, but he hadn't the time to deal with that right now. The owner of the fist that had broke Jason's nose was called Mickey "The Snake" Conelly. A small time thug working for a small time mob. Chuckling softly at his misfortune Jason tapped out another cigarette from the now empty pack. Putting it to his lips he frowned and let the cigarette fall into his lap.

Jason was tall, his hair dark brown, and his eyes a pale grey. He was far from handsome with a hooked nose and a crooked smile. A five o'clock shadow perpetually darkened his square jaw. What he was, was built, and built heavily. The only reason Conelly managed to land a punch on him was he really wasn't expecting it. But sometimes that's how things go.

"Bloody dames," he repeated pulling the bloodied rag from his face Jason gave a satisfied grunt and returned the cigarette back to his mouth. With a flicker in the dimly lit room Jason took a heavy drag on the cigarette and let out a long sigh. Sanders deemed it a task on himself to bless Jason with the broken nose after he found out Jason was attempting to pick up his sister.

"Touch mah sista an' I'll gut ya ya rotten bastard," was Conelly's not so gentle warning. Leaving Jason with the broken nose and a bloodied shirt. It wasn't his fault she came onto him at the club, he was just there to meet his contact. The contact that didn't show, so he had a whiskey and a cigarette and waited a little longer. It was than that the hot little number in the slinky black dress came up and sat next to him. He knew she shouldn't be in the bar, he used to be a cop, just by looking at her tiny little frame and raven black hair, and those soft green eyes he knew she had to be fifteen if she was a day.

"You're Jason Myers right?" she asked.

With a non-committal nod Jason responded, "Yeah what's it to ya?"

"Not much ya know it's just I heard about you from my friend," she returned sardonically, "You know Susan Jordan?"

"I have a faint memory of her."

"Well she told me all about you, she still has a bit of a thing for you," she confided in Jason, "She told me so much about you I figured I'd have to have a go at it if I ever came across you. That is if you're not still with my Susan?"

The last sentence caused Jason to turn and his eyes locked with hers. Grey met green and he smiled none to softly, a wolfish smile. Her smile was red, almost blood red in the dimly lit bar, they were very enticing lips but Jason was on a job and he couldn't afford to waste his time with her tonight. Standing up he paid for his drink and hers as well, "maybe some other time miss. Tell Susan I said hello."

"I'm Laura, by the way." She called to his retreating back.

Turning he walked away from the bar and headed out to find his contact. That's when Mickey decided to intervene. He was obviously pretty drunk from how he was swaying slightly, "What do ya want Mickey?"

"You was hittin' on mah sista. She's only fifteen you better stay tha hell away from her," he responded sounding rather angry.

"Look Mickey, I wasn't tryin' to pick up your sister. She was tryin' to pick up me."

It was than that Mickey swung and he swung hard, driving his fist squarely into Jason's face. Jason's head tilted back but his huge frame barely even moved. "I'll let you go on that one cause I have a sister and I'd do the same Mickey. Next time you hit me you'll be wearin' your teeth around your neck."

Mickey's eyes were wide, he had obviously heard about Jason before but he didn't expect the rumors to be true. As he stood staring into those cold grey eyes, the blood slowly trickling down his broad chin.

"Touch mah sista an' I'll gut ya ya rotten bastard," was Mickey's only response.

Jason snorted almost conceitedly, "Yeah sure Mickey now go inside and get your sister home before I call my old partner and have your bar shut down for lettin' her drink. Oh and tell her friend Susan I said hello."

Jason smiled as he sat back in his chair with his feet up on the dark mahogany desk. He smiled to himself as he thought back on Susan Jordan, Laura Conelley's older friend. That was his only weakness, the little red head who managed to melt his heart with just a smile. He'd been busy so he hadn't been able to call her for a month. He'd call her tomorrow, he decided as he drifted off to sleep.