Thread: C and G (Yoni x Garnet)

'Anna Roten Head Chef' was embroidered delicately over the leftside of her heavy soft bust on a pristine white chef's jacket. The owner on the other hand looked less...pristine. Her long blonde hair was tied into a ponytail but a few stray curls had escaped to frame her cheeks pink from the heat of the kitchen. Her sleeves were scrunched up her arms and an apron that cinched in her waist and made her large bubble butt and wide hips look even bigger was stained with a messy rainbow of food indistinguishable from what dishes they had come from. As usual the kitchen was filled with sound from knives slicing through ingredients, pots bubbling and pans hissing and spitting out fat like angry little dragons. The only noise coming from the chefs however were their quick footsteps and sudden calls concerning timings. Earlier that evening there was a lot more of that and much more cursing done on Anna's part but as far as grand openings went, the final day of their opening week had gone amazingly. The next few days wouldn't be a cakewalk either but the brunt of the tension and stress had been lifted by the slew of good reviews. Currently the staff were replenishing stock and doing prep work for the next evening. Oh and cleaning, lots of cleaning although that was no job for the head chef. Neither was doing this amount of prep work but it was still their first week open and she wanted to make sure everything stayed to her high standards. Okay! Well done team! It looks like we survived! she laughed tugging off her apron and wiping her glistening brow with a cloth to the sound of cheers and laughter that can only come from pure relief after exhaustion. Remember we still have a way to go but you've all done amazingly well. Go home get some rest and come back tomorrow. Remember our dear owner will be treating us to food and drink at the main restaurant tomorrow so be prepared to be waited on by our old colleagues who have been able to sleep normally this week. she added noticing said owner striding in bringing a louder cheer out of her staff. Once again I'd like to personally thank all of you for moving from my flagship restaurant to this new one. All of you performed excellently and tomorrow I expect you to drink our 'dear' head chef under the table. laughed the owner Richie, a man a little shorter than average and a little thin for a restaurant owner, looking almost as exhausted as the rest of the team. They made short work of the clean up with even Richie pitching in to scrub plates much to the staff's amusement before they started filing out. Anna aren't you coming? he asked seeing her resting that plump rear on a stool undoing her jacket to show her black strappy top stretched over her fluffy breasts. I want to sharpen my knifes and do one more check first. Don't worry I'll lock up. said Anna giving him a little half grin. She was the head chef's sous chef at the flagship restaurant and it had taken him quite a bit of convincing by Richie to spare her for the new place. The blonde didn't think she would be head chef for a couple more years at least so she was extra careful not to mess anything up. Are you sure? I know you don't live far but there's rumours saying there's a turf war. Maybe it would be best I walked you home... he said with a frown as Anna started methodically sharpening a filleting knife knife till its blade started to gleam. I'll be fine. I can handle myself plus if its between gangs then it'll stay between them. They've been operating in this area for years and don't tend to rope in random people. Plus my apartment is less than five minutes away. If something gets serious I can just run. she assured him taking out a clipboard from her station and starting to go through the fridges checking off her list. Richie still seemed apprehensive but sighed and tossed her the keys anyway. Thanks boss! she chuckled getting back to work. It took her a little less than an hour before the blue eyed woman was done with her check and her knives but then just as she had undone her ponytail and shrugged on her coat, she heard a commotion outside. At first she thought it was two cats but then she heard cursing as she stood by the door. Anna nearly screamed when someone was flung against the heavy metal door but held it back and soon heard them move away from the door to the dumpsters. She carefully opened the door just a crack to look out, blue eyes narrowing in anger when she saw one man putting up the fight of his life while two other men wailed on him. He wasn't a pushover clearly but those men were ganging up on him and...oh no...one had a knife. There wasn't time to think Anna moved grabbing a heavy cast iron pan that had fractured the foot of one poor busboy and edged out the door. None of the men had noticed her yet so she got closer and closer. Just as it seemed the man with the knife had found his opening, she brought the pan down with a sickening crack and a comic bong sound. It wasn't till the man crumpled in front of her that the other two noticed the 52 woman holding the pan and it seemed both seemed a little confused. Anna gave the man who had been attacked a look that said 'Well what are you waiting for?' while the his remaining attacked still seemed frozen and confused by her appearance. She just hoped he took his chance! What had happened over the years? Andrew remembered when he was kid how the Mafia ran this city. Sure there were gangs and other criminal families, but every single one of them worked for the Gambino Family in one way or another. And why not? The Gambinos took good care of the poor, taking care of rent for widows, feeding the hungry or the homeless. Sure everyone did their part, hiding illegal goods in their own homes when asked to, clearing out of the streets when something needed to be done off the books. But there was order. And Andrew had wanted to be a part of that. When Andrew graduated high school he had two choices. He could go out of state on a baseball scholarship to collage, or he could stay to take care of his sick Mom. Needless to say he stayed, no matter how his mom protested. Work of course wasn't easy to find, and what work he did find dragged on half the day for what felt like half the pay. Things looked pretty grim for Andrew until he was approached at the docks by a Gambino Family thug. Do us a favor and look the other way today. Andrew was told while the thug stuffed a hundred dollar bill into his hand. It felt like it was Andrew's turn help the Gambino Family so he happily went on a break. But curiosity got the better of him. What Andrew saw was the Gambino Thug making a drug deal, something under the table and something the Gambino's did not do. Gambling, Extortion, and Women had always been the Gambino way. Unfortunately for Andrew he wasn't exactly the sneaky type. 6'3, broad shouldered, baseball practice for four years followed by manual labor at the docks had given Andrew a strong physique. Brownish blonde hair cut short, and blueish green eyes that were as wide as a deers when they crossed the Gambino Thug's. Andrew jumping behind a crate when the Thug pulled a gun on him and started firing. How that ended Andrew couldn't exactly remember. He remembered running, and then falling to the ground after hitting his head against a metal rail, and then the Thug standing over him with the barrel pressed to his forehead. Andrew's body took over and he knocked the gun out of the Thug's hand, quick to get up and tackle him to the ground before just wailing on the Thug's face. The next thing Andrew knew he was sitting in a basement, bloody hands cuffed behind himself in a chair. Andrew thought he was going to die, you never hit a Gambino after all. But it seemed today was Andrew's lucky day. The drug dealing Gambino Andrew had beaten to a pulp was shot in the head, the gang member who he was dealing with disposed of in some manner. One of the actual Gambino son's came down to ask Andrew if he wanted to work for the Gambinos seeing how he took on an armed man bare handed. Andrew wasn't an idiot, if he said no then they would kill him, but did this also mean they didn't know he had ran into a railing? Well, it was his lucky day after all. Leaving that little safe house Andrew was now a part of the Gambino family. Just a thug, but that was a hundred times better then a dock worker. But all of that was in the past, all of that was in the glory days. Andrew's mom died, the Gambino family's dominance over the city fractured... Andrew's days of extorting and simply enforcing Gambino law had turned into constant brawls and shake downs. Andrew had grown numb to it, drug dealers and gang members always begged for their lives, promising to never do it again... Only to keep pushing the next day. And the amount of punks that were rising up was quite frankly getting dangerous. Andrew had worked for the Gambinos for twelve years now. It was his birthday in fact, the big three o. The man would of loved to have a party instead of a beat down. The day had started out the same, shower and trimming his beard to half an inch before putting on a cheap black suit. Breakfast at Angelo's to talk business before going out. The day had been surprisingly calm, which seemed to be a rarity. Delivering a package of no doubt money to one of the Gambino's Front Business Andrew was about to go home when he saw three people double check over their shoulders before going into an alleyway. Andrew sighing as he crossed the street. He was on Eighth Street and Cunningham, with the new Mayor there were now sections of the city that were a zero tolerance on guns, mostly business districts but this was one of them. The pistol that Andrew had secured on the inside of his jacket having to stay there for this. But he wouldn't need it, he never did. How wrong Andrew was... What Andrew thought was two druggies looking to score turned out to be three gang members that ambushed him once he had gone a way into the alley. Andrew should of seen it coming, what fucking drug dealer makes it that obvious?! In any case a fight ensued. The first gangster Andrew caught by the forearm, pulling it to his side before snapping it. The knife in his hand falling to the ground before he picked the man up and used him like some battering ram to run past the two others. A searing pain in Andrew's left shoulder told him a knife had been jammed there, letting go of the first dude before the other two started wailing on him. Up against a metal door before trapping him between a wall and a dumpster. He had a few cuts on his arms now, rather get cut in the arm then take a knife to the gut. Andrew letting down his guard to reach inside of his jacket to use his gun. But just as he grabbed the handle one of the two attackers fell to the ground. The remaining attacker looked just as surprised as Andrew was seeing the woman standing there with a frying pan. Instead of pulling his gun Andrew quickly tackled the remaining gangster, straight to the ground before he started to wail on the man's face. Even as his shoulder flared in pain from the knife still in it he continued to swing, teeth and blood flying left and right. A group had formed outside of the alleyway, people calling the cops of course. Andrew looked up at them, THE FUCK YOU LOOKING AT!? He shouted, the group quick to disperse but the cops would still be on their way. Andrew slowly getting up, a hand coming up to pull the knife out of his shoulder. He was definitely bleeding from the wound, but the knife wasn't long enough to do serious damage. Pulling out his cell phone Andrew was going to call for a pick up but the screen was completely smashed in the fight. Fuck... Andrew added, taking one step forwards to try and leave the alleyway before everything went upside down on him and he fell over. Slumped up against the wall his eyes fell on the only standing person in the alleyway, the chef that had pretty much saved his life just now. Need to use your phone... Andrew stated, trying to sound menacing and tough but he was leaning against the wall on the shoulder that had just been stabbed, so the large man was wincing and gritting his teeth as he tried to push off the wall but to no avail Anna flinched at the sick crack of skull on iron but didn't soften her glare. With her legs parted firmly planted on the ground, pan raised and deadly look on her face, she certainly looked ready to kill. She wasn't a pushover after All being such a young head chef and being trained in such a ruthless set of kitchens and she wasn't going to allow someone to be killed in front of her. Not without a fight. She had lived in the area her whole life but scenes like this hadn't become common place until just under a year or two ago. There had been power struggles of course but things were handled...internally. People who weren't part of the mob were left alone other than paying protection money and even that was a worth while purchase. It meant the family wouldn't bother you but she remembered after a fire destroyed half of her father's diner, how slow the insurance company were being. After explaining why he couldn't pay that month to Mr Dominic, the thug who collected their protection money, how food in Tupperware was brought to their house for a month while the diner was being rebuilt. She also remembered who had filled it up too but things weren't like that anymore. She didn't realise she was shaking till the other man had been tackled to the ground and if she wasn't so terrified, the sight of that knife stuck in his shoulder would have made her scream. Anna couldn't help but flinch as the man yelled back at crowd and dragged the blade out of his body but it was enough to snap her out of her shock. She had dropped the pan and was nearly at his side when he started to slump against the wall. Shit... Yeah my phone's inside. Hey don't push yourself just take a few breaths. she said with a sternness in her voice as she took off her scarf and wrapped it round his shoulder. Whether it was the thick fabric of the scarf or the surprisingly deft way she tied it, it made an excellent bandage. It took more effort to stop the injuries man from moving. Okay lets try and get you up. Try not to fall on me? she said giving him a timid little half smile. She had just watch him turn a guy's face into mincemeat after watching him being stabbed, she was a little shaky. Anna squatted down between his legs pressing her breasts against his chest and wrapping her arms underneath his armpits. She braced one foot against the wall before pulling him up using her own body's leverage. Then for a sickening second, she thought they were both going to fall, but she was able to steady him with her arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Blue eyes met his as she felt his beard tickling her cheekbone. Let's go inside okay? she said firmly. Anna couldn't wear perfume as a chef but she did smell like the last thing she had cooked or rather baked, caramel and a hint of burnt sugar. Even as she shifted to his side, she was very aware of the muscle pressing against her. Her hips were full and soft like that plump rear of hers but he felt like steel. Urh and was just as heavy. It took time but they made it to the kitchen where the chef pushed him onto a long counter top. I'll get the phone but some bone broth will do you the world of good. It tastes like beef soup and its filled with iron. said Anna leaving him on the counter and coming back with a phone and a small pan. She put the phone beside him before warming up the bone broth and pouring it into a bowl. Sit up. There's bread if you want it too. The blondes heart was returning to its normal rhythm as she was finally safe in her kitchen looking at the injured man in front of her. He was taller than her easily and much...much stronger. Those muscles looked rock hard but she forced herself to stop that train of thought immediately. The stress from the grand opening had left her a little pent up. But this man however attractive was still injured and needed medical attention soon. She returned to him with a heavy first aid kit. If he had put up a fight, Anna was too much in her own mind to acknowledge it. Just like when she had a complicated dish, all the steps for treating him were laid out in her mind. All around them were the dim shine of chrome and metal from the appliances and counter tops. Listen I can give you first aid but should I call the police for you? Or an ambulance or both? They didn't take anything valuable did they? asked the chef. You should open your shirt. I'm trained in first aid. There's painkillers too and a couple heat packs. You're not feeling dizzy or nauseous? asked Anna ready to start disinfecting the cuts on him standing with her hand on her hip waiting for him to strip. Her demeanour was strangely gentle but everything she said was very clearly an order with and underlying hint of a threat if he didn't do as told. Anna didn't tolerate disobedience and she seemed to suddenly ooze authority. I'm Anna. she said with a half almost cheeky grin. Now that she was standing still, he could see her curvaceous figure and those watchful blue eyes meeting his directly while she waited for him. Her hair was loose hanging past her shoulders and her chef's jacket was a bit crumpled and splattered with a few dots here and there. She was tired but wasn't wilting with fatigue just yet and her cheeks and lips were slightly linked from the cold outside. Her hands felt soft with a few nicks here and there while she swabbed his cuts relieved they didn't need much more than bandages. His bruises were soon coated with heat gel to ease the pain before she finally looked at him again. The phone is right there if you're ready. I don't want to unwrap your shoulder, I don't know if I'll have anything that will help it. Oh you should probably have some sugar too to keep you awake. she mused inspecting his scarf wrapped shoulder carefully. Sorry for bombarding you with questions... she said sheepishly after returning with a slice of thick caramel cake. It looked like he was getting a birthday cake after all. Now that she had done her mental list of tasks, Anna seemed to visibly wilt sitting on the counter top with him looking a little pale but still watching him with concern. Every step felt uneasy that Andrew took, only by the grace of Anna's help did he actually make it into the building. In any other circumstance this might of actually been a good thing, it isn't every day after all that a large breasted, curvacious assed, pretty blonde got this close to you. No doubt Andrew's mind would of gone to a few other places if he wasn't so caught up with figuring out the next step. No doubt the three gangsters would slowly pick themselves up, or at last two would and drag the other away. If the cops did in fact show up then things would definitely get more complicated. And no doubt there would be squatters, trying to find where exactly Andrew had snuck off to. The last thing he needed was to be spotted in the condition he was in... But as his mind raced it seemed to come to a pause once Anna had helped him get to the long counter top. The man blinking a few times as he started registering where he was, and more importantly who was helping him. That woman in the alleyway that had smashed a frying pan into that gangsters skull, a chef? Hell she could be a janitor for all Andrew cared, it was still a kindness that he would make sure to repay. That's what the Gambinos did after all. Talk of food went in one ear and out the other as he stared at her, attention quick to go to the phone she had gotten for him. Picking it up and dialing to try and get through to his people. Of course as Anna walked back and forth, trying to get things together or put away, Andrew's eyes would settle on her ass as she move away from him, her face when she came towards him. She was very easy on the eyes, and as he sat against the counter listening to a dial tone, his mind would begin to wander... How couldn't it? But that was usually as far as Andrew would take things, never one to commit to a relationship really. Life was easier that way, at least in his line of work anyways. Fucking the one time I actually need you to pick up you don't.... Andrew muttered into the phone, clicking it off by the time Anna returned with her first aid kit. Shaking his head not so much at Anna as he was at his situation he was now in a bit of a pickle. He needed to lay low from any gangsters that would be more then happy to boast that they offed a Gambino, he needed to stay out of the heat of any cops since he wasn't in Gambino territory, not that he was expecting it but more and more it seemed like he might have to hang out in this kitchen for the night. The tally of favors slowly increasing with each passing moment it seemed. Though Andrew found himself in a bit of shock once Anna started bombarding him with questions. No doubt she was flustered by the situation she just got herself involved in and was trying to understand or in the very least help the situation. It was cute in a way, a soft smile on Andrew's face as he would raise his hand up. Just a polite gesture to show he she could slow down. No police, how things are now I'd be seeing a night in jail and it wouldn't be the first time a Gambino got shanked. Even in just a holding cell for the night. Ambulances have to do police reports too so none of that. Andrew stated softly, slowly starting to strip as he spoke. Not that his suit was super expensive, but it was still nice, the sleeves now completely ruined. First came off the scarf. Against better judgement but if he was going to take his cloths off it needed to come off first, the jacket following after, and with it Anna would be able to see the pistol tucked snugly under his arm in it's holster. The long sleeve white shirt under the jacket also cut at the sleeves, Andrew continuing the process of unbuttoning. No painkillers, clear alcohol if you have it. Vodka, Gin. The wound on his shoulder continued to bleed, Andrew well aware of that as he removed the holster and finally his long sleeved shirt. Where Anna had knicks and kitchen burns on her hands and forearms, Andrew would have scars and tattoos all over his upper body. Stab, gunshot, burn, hell even white marks from god knows what kind of wounds. And beneath and between the wounds were tattoos, symbols of religion, of gangs, even a few of simple flowers or numbers. Andrew setting his cloths on the counter before he made his way to her stove, quickly turning the dials to get a fire going. It's a pleasure Anna, I'm Andrew. Once Anna brought the alcohol Andrew would quickly open it to drink a few gulps, letting out a loud groan of pain from the burning sensation traveling down his throat. While she had fetched the alcohol Andrew he gotten a knife, setting it's tip onto the flame of the stove top. With bottle in one hand Andrew grabbed the knife in the other, it's tip bright orange from the heat of the fire. It was obvious what he was about to do, the large man breathing deeply a few times before he craned his left arm back, fighting through the pain to splash the alcohol onto his wound before bringing his other hand up and over to quickly press the heated metal to his shoulder. FUCK! Andrew shouted through gritted teeth, the sound of flesh searing under the heated knife ringing out for a few moments until he removed the blade. Letting it fall to the ground before leaning forward and simply resting against the counter holding himself up with the counter really. After that he took a very passive role in his treatment, letting Anna disinfect and wrap the cuts on his arms in a much more professional way then he had treated his shoulder wound. But he needed to do that, that wound being much deeper then the ones on his arms. His eyes were watching her the whole time though. Drifting down to her breasts when she was focusing on his arms, quick to go back to her face hoping she didn't catch him looking down her chef's coat. When all was said and down she had taken a spot next to him, and even went so far as to get him cake. Never one to refuse food he would eat it in front of her. Thank you.... It's delicious. He would say as he ate, trying to figure out what his next step would be. Sorry to put you out like this but I'm stuck here till tomorrow. I'm gonna need to crash here till the heat dies down. Unless you know of a better place I can hide out. Andrew added with a smirk, even elbowing Anna a little. It was strange really, but he kinda of felt at ease with the woman now? Though it wasn't that strange seeing how she had saved his life, taken him in, and was now feeding him. In no less then thirty minutes she had done more for him then most people in his life had ever done. Anna was quiet while he was on the phone trying to keep herself calm. This was her kitchen and as always she had to be in complete control. She just had to think of it as any other day with tasks to complete. The man bleeding on iroically, her butchers block made beliving her thoughts a little...difficult. Not impossible but difficult. At least he was awake though and he wasn't bleeding out. Her main priority was making sure he was fixed up. Ah s-sorry. she apologised a slight pinkness on her cheeks as he thankfully cut off her paniced line of questioning. The blonde gave him a slightly sheepish little grin before brushing her hair behind her ear and resting her plump rear against the opposite counter. A Gambino? Anna suddenly became tense for a moment but it did explain how he could go up against his attackers. Well if he was a Gambino at least he had a shred of decency. Alright. No ambulance or police. It would be a waste trying to patch you up for you to get cut back open again. she agreed with a frown watching him slowly strip off. The blonde's eyes followed behind his clothes only realising how shameless she was eyeing him up when blood began rolling from the wound on his shoulder. That spoilt the rather impressive view of those strong muscles and that broad back painted with scars and tattoos like canvas. There was a part of her that wanted to trace her fingertips across those scars and connect them like constellations but she held herself back trying to ignore the heat blossoming under her cheeks. Now booze I have plenty of. she said with a grin heading to a large door revealing a large selection of wines, beers and spirits. She grabbed a bottle of vodka handing it over after cracking open the top and taking a quick swig. The chef had seen him stabbed and a man's face beaten into a chunk of mince by his bare hands after all. Nice to meet you Andrew. Pity we had to meet in my alley. she said sounding warm enough. Her eyes though, were fixed on the knife in his hand knowing what was going to happen the second he turned on the hob. Instead of freezing, she smeared burn cream on her hands. It wouldn't help him heal but it would soothe his skin a little and numb the pain of small burns. Still that didn't stop Anna from hissing though her teeth at the sound and smell of the knife seating his flesh. Shit... hissed the blonde clicking off the hob and dragging him back to the counter from behind with her whole body flush against his back. She worked quickly spreading the cream in his burn before applying some Vaseline soaked mesh to his shoulder before padding and badaging it. Once she had finished that, her delicate hands stopped shaking and a calm came over her again. Damn Andrew you sure can take some punishment. she murmured making him sit up brushing his cheek before her hands began rubbing that heat gel into his back focusing on his knotted muscles as well as his bruises. Alright you're done. she smiled looking him in the eyes with genuine relief that he was going to be alright. Of course. Best in the city. You're one of the first to try my new recipe but once we're set up it'll be one of our best sellers. Till then have as much as you want. chuckled Anna digging into a smaller slice herself before pulling a bottle from under the block. My secret stash. Its mulled wine but I promise it's good, a bit spicy too. she said taking a gulp and offering him the bottle enjoying the cinnamon and rich flavours washing over her tongue. Oh absolutely not. said the blonde as if she wasn't talking to a Gambino thug who had already proven to be much stronger than her. No one sleeps in my kitchen plus there's no heating for obvious reasons. I didn't dent my favourite frying pan for you to freeze. she continued taking another forkful of cake. She giggled as he elbowed her giving him a smirk in return. Actually I do. Stay at my place. I live at the end of this alley and...I know you're a big tough guy but I'd rather see for myself that you're alright... sighed the blonde feeling embarrassed to be offering up her home for such a reason. Those guys should be gone right? she asked plump lips in a straight tense line. I can check and if you feel okay to walk then I'll take you back to mine. Its much warmer than here. Finish your cake first though Anna hopped off the counter returning things to their proper places. The pan, plate and knife were tucked into a thick plastic tray and shoved into the industrial dish washer ready for tomorrow. Even so she still might dispose of that knife. She picked up his clothes ,except his suit jacket, and her bloody scarf folding them neatly and putting them into a plastic bag that she handed to him before slipping on her jacket. Here I guess it's better than walking shirtless. said Anna holding up the jacket before checking the coast was clear though a side window. We're fine for now. My place is straight down. she said leading him out looking a little nervous as she locked up and half dragged him hugging his good arm to her soft bust, to her apartment building. It barely looked like a residential. If anything it looked like a warehouse and the pair had to walk up a flight of tight stairs after stepping through her door. Once they had reached the top and Anna had flicked on the lights however, he would see a large open plan living room and of course a state of the art kitchen. It seemed Anna's place did used to be a warehouse but was now a large home with a fire place and two large sofas clustered around it. A door led off to her bedroom and another to the large bathroom shower Anna couldn't live without. The walls were furnished with pictures of family and friends but also awards and certificates. A couple armchairs against a short but wide bookcase were squashed against one corner while a Tv sat above the fire place. Do you want a blanket? she asked rubbing her hands together as she hung up her coat and went to turn on the fireplace trying to displace the chill in the air. Andrew was surprised when he felt Anna's hands on his newly seared shoulder. But before he could protest the cooling sensation of the burn cream she was using would instantly set in and the man found himself just standing still, letting her do as she saw fit. Which seemed to have been a lot now starting with her little stunt with the frying pan. But who was Andrew to refuse help? Truth be told he took a moment to simply enjoy her touch. Her hands were both soft yet strong, no doubt due to her hard work in the kitchen, and so warm as they worked the cream into his shoulder. A noise escaped from his lips through it all, somewhere between a soft groan and an exhale of breath. It felt good after all to have a woman's hands on your body. Between the mulled wine and delicious cake Andrew had almost forgotten the circumstances of their meeting. Get past the fighting and the first aiding, it almost looked like he had shown up after Anna's work shift and the two were having a little date. Andrew couldn't exactly remember the last time he had dated. It was kind of sad that he needed to get stabbed and into a brawl in an alleyway to have something like this. When Anna refused him staying in the kitchen Andrew was at first confused, she went so far as to patch him up but wouldn't let him pass out in a corner? Though this confusion was quickly dealt with when she said he could stay at her place, the thought making Andrew smirk a little. Man if this had been a date, everything seemed to be lining up just right! If they didn't pick themselves up the cops will. Andrew responded as Anna got everything put away before checking to see if the coast was clean. Hopping off the counter Andrew would have to stop, taking a few breaths with his hand holding onto the counter for stability. No doubt the food and booze would help get his blood back up and circulating, but it wouldn't work instantly. Before he attempted moving again Anna would return and offer him his jacket, the man slowly slipping it back on before leaving the kitchen with Anna. At least he got to touch her bust again, even if it wasn't directly. Maybe he should get beat up more often. Like he needed an excuse to get beat up these days. Once the two had gotten up to Anna's place Andrew would pretty much make a b line for the two large sofas across from the fireplace, groaning loudly as he sat down to take the strain and weight off of his back. But even then he took the time to turn and look around. This place was huge, and even for being an old warehouse Anna had definitely spruced up the place with her own obvious charm. Made his studio apartment look pathetic really in comparison. His eyes finally coming back to Anna who had turned from him to get the fireplace started, Andrew unable to keep from looking at Anna's impressive and curvaceous ass. Nah, get hot enough as it is at night in just my boxers. Andrew stated with a soft chuckle, more a fan of winter then summer. He peeled the jacket off once more, pretty much dropping it on the floor near the sofa before grabbing his belt. More in a need to get comfortable and relax then anything else the man would unbuckle it, pulling back on the leather till his belt was undone before resting his arms on the sofa's back. Having to take a little bit of time with his now wounded shoulder, wincing when he brought the arm up. There isn't going to be a boyfriend dropping is there? It's never a good thing to find a half naked man in your girl's place. He added with a bit of a smirk, the booze helping to loosen up an otherwise normally focused and stern Andrew. Or maybe it was the fact that she fed him... For some reason Andrew felt comfortable with Anna? Well as comfortable as one could be after what had happened. Didn't hurt that every time she looked away or bent over that Andrew's eyes practically glued themselves to her body. No doubt the booze having slowed down his reaction time, Anna able to see him staring before he looked away. For a big tough mafia man, Andrew wasn't exactly the strongest drinker. What was it, a swig of vodka and then passing a bottle of wine back and forth? In any case what alcohol he did have had gone a round through his system, his cheeks even turning a little red.