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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Olivia was more than ready to back up the punch she'd thrown, so when the large, hairy hand reached out and gripped her by the front of her shirt, she knew it was coming. Since she was focused on the man before her, she didn't notice Jack rise up or the fact that her boss got clocked pretty hard in the face. The moment when her attacker was tugged back, Olivia took a moment to prepare herself and to touch the ground with her feet again. The blonde watched as Jack slammed the asshole into the bar, it almost made Livvy wish that she'd been the one to do it herself. Being undercover meant she could commit some crimes to do her job. Murder wasn't one of them, unfortunately.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">The barmaid was surprised as she noticed Jack assess the amount of people behind him and... laugh? It seemed that he was... much darker than she'd given him credit. Olivia was going to jump into the fight, but they were all consumed. The blonde watched the way he handled himself, he really didn't need any help. However, her boss clearly did. The female rushed over to ease her boss onto a stool before grabbing some ice and wrapping it in a dish cloth before handing it over to him. Olivia paused as she heard Jack yelling, it was only when she turned from her boss to notice the gun he'd pulled out. Her eyes widened from surprise; she wasn't sure why she was surprised, maybe because he was so brazen. It was rather enlightening. She could understand a little more about him from seeing such actions.<br/>
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Soon enough, the gang members filtered out of the bar, leaving the owner hunched over the bar and reaching for another drink, Olivia looked a bit stunned and somehow had caught a hit to her jaw without realizing, and clearly a rather feisty Jack who was still sporting some old wounds. Without the others in the bar, it seemed eerily silent. "So, I guess that's a wrap for tonight," The blonde made her way around the bar, helping her boss pour another drink before storing the bottle back on the shelf. "One last one and you call cab, yes?" The older male gave a slight nod. "I'm going to text your wife so she knows you're coming home, make sure you get there safe." He didn't protest, even as she whipped out her phone to contact Macy. She was a nice, warm woman. Olivia had no idea how he'd managed to snag her, but he had.<br/>
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Since she'd taken care of one of the drunks, the female turned her attention to the other. "Okay cowboy, put it away." The female chuckled softly as she grabbed her backpack from one of the shelves behind the bar before slinging it over her shoulder. "C'mon, I'll take you back to my place. I've got a few creams... and ice." The woman took another look at the shiner he was sporting, there was only so much she could do to ease the bruising. As much as she found herself wanting to reprimand him for the gun, she actually... appreciated his reckless behaviour. Not just because she'd started the fight, but because she respected a man who took action, who didn't sit back and simply dismiss it as 'not their problem'. Maybe it was just the night they'd spent together...<br/>
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The blonde held the door open, not taking no for an answer. Once he followed her, if he did, the female would begin to walk. "I live a few blocks away, remember? Although, last time I had to... almost drag you." A smirk crossed her lips which brought about a rather tender look to her features. Sometimes, her stern natural expression could be seen as aggressive; but when she smiled, her face came to life. "So, Jack, you're a trouble magnet, huh?" It even seemed to occur to her that she found him interesting, maybe her job had finally got exciting enough for her to remain in undercover missions. It would be a hell of a time.<br/>
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"It's right here," The woman piped up some time later, offering her keys before unlocking the main door. Her apartment was the middle one, up along a plain, aging wooden staircase. The apartment was modern, converted from an old house. The stairs were creaky, but acceptable. Inside her place, it was far... more modern than the framework. A new, white and silver kitchen had been installed, the same with the bathroom. It was fairly small, but it was just her. And she couldn't afford much since she'd had to swing some deals, being undercover had it's disadvantages. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll get some ice." The woman dropped her bag off before closing the front door. On her search, she grabbed some ice and threw it into a resealable ziplock bag, a bottle of Jack for amusement purposes, and her rather tiny first aid kit.</span>