Warning: Heavy swearing and death. Just saying.

I shot the bastard in the chest, straight through his artery clogged heart and the fat man fell flat on his face.

I took out a cig and lit it with my custom silver lighter. I took a deep breath of the expensive cig, props of being filthy rich.

My partner and close friend Nazz frowned at me, her frown was screaming her disapproval.

"What?" I asked, taking another drag from my cig.

She sighed, "Was it necessary to kill him in the middle of an ally?"

I raised an eyebrow at that, "Fuck yeah! This bitch was fucking stealing from me," I glanced down at the fat idiot, "Like I wouldn't notice the numbers didn't match," I murmured.

Suddenly sirens began to wail and Nazz and I glanced to one another.

"Shit, gotta bounce, see ya Nazzy," I said and strolled in the opposite direction of the body. I wasn't worried about Nazz, she was a hell of a lot smarter than me, and I prided myself on my brains. I glanced back and sighed already feeling a headache.

I was out another vender dammit. I'd have to tell Rolf to do some sniffing around for some new material.

That would take time and money though, two things I didn't want to waste, but it seemed inevitable.

I needed a drink.

I turned into the first bar I came across. The Drunken Shamrock, huh, creative. I didn't care about the cheesy name though as long as they served drinks at high alcoholic percentages.

I entered the dingy bar and frowned at the smell. I nearly turned right back out but I heard the sirens and decided to lay low. There was maybe three other people in the bar. Two men and a woman, all three were passed out or quickly heading that way.

I went up to the bar and sat down.

Seasoned and trained mobster as I was, I checked out all of the surrounding exists in case I needed to make a quick get away.

"What'll it be?"

I turned to the voice and my heart and brain both decided to stop working.

He was a young man, tall and slightly ropey, with black strands of hair that stuck out from beneath a black and white beanie. His nose was like a button small and slightly turned up. His two front teeth had a slightly larger than usual gap that was goddamn adorable. What really got me though, were those eyes. Those deep wise pools of blue that had seen to much of the world. Deep and wise, but kind and patient.

His mouth was moving, he was talking to me but, like I said, my brain was turned off. I was just lost in those eyes.

"Uh, Sir? Sir?" He waved a hand in front of my face and I blinked.

Wait.

What was my name again? Where was I?

I looked down at my hands and could have slapped myself. My cheeks growing red.

Right, I was Kevin and I was a mob boss in New York.

"Hello?" The adorable bartender asked again.

I coughed in my hand and tried to hide my blush as best I could.

"Bourbon, top shelf," I said, "Thanks."

He smiled a little curiously but went to fulfill my order. He reached up and I saw his back stretched and wondered what he would look like without a shirt.

My blush turned redder and I frowned at myself.

Damn I never acted like this. What the hell was wrong with me? I shook my head to clear it and felt myself calming.

He turned around again though, and my blush came back redder than goddamn ever.

He placed the cup down and expertly poured my drink without spilling a drop. Though, he could've poured the whole thing down my front and I wouldn't have noticed.

"Thanks," I said absently. I could tell I was making him uncomfortable with how I was looking at him, but fuck if I could help it.

He nodded and returned to cleaning the counter a few steps away.

I dragged my eyes down into my drink and suddenly I wasn't as bone dry thirsty, as I had been, but I'd be damned before I let money go to waste. I threw back the drink and sighed at the warmth that coursed through me.

"Another?" He was suddenly in front of me and i jumped in surprise.

I nodded and continued to look away.

"Do you mind me asking, Sir," he said as he poured, "but are you alright?"

His voice was sweet, now that I was actually listening to it. It was musical, like one of those stupid romance novels you read when you were lonely. Not that I ever did, hell no.

I downed the drink, "Ah, work troubles," I said.

He pulled up a stool and sat down, "Do tell, if you don't mind," dam he was polite.

I wanted to say no, but with the genuine curiosity and interest in his eyes, I didn't think I could.

"Well, I... own a business and one of my...employee's had been stealing from me. Now I have to replace him and that's just..." I sighed and ran a hand through my hair under my fedora.

"Ah," He said and to my surprise he poured himself a small drink. At my quizzical look he smiled, "I won't tell if you won't."

I smiled but hid it by drinking more of mine. "So what's eating you?" I asked.

"Hmm, this place, kinda sucks, If you haven't noticed. I plan on getting out of here and getting my PHD and my Doctorate. I wanna be a Doctor," he said sipping from his drink.

My heart skipped a beat. Could this man be any more genuine? Any more perfect?

No, my brain supplied the answer. It also said to take him out to dinner and I almost asked, had I not realized how fucking weird that would be.

Deciding that it would be better if I just left, I stood and pulled out my wallet and he accepted the cash.

"Name's Edd by the way," he said and stuck his hand out.

I shook it and smiled, "Kevin." My hand tingled from the warmth from his. Damn, this was ridiculous, but I could not stop the stupid smile from spreading across my face.

"Well It's nice to meet you Kevin," he said and smiled again, "Will I be seeing you around?"

"Yeah," I said and left.

Yeah Edd, you would definitely be seeing more of me.

That's it for the first chapter. I hope you liked it. Power on and "Live long and prosper."