Eura's eyes studied the people in the bar before a small group of men walked into the bar and sat around her. "How are you today ma'am?" the tallest asked her and she sighed.
"The same as always, Joe. Waiting." she gave a soft smile to the man who quickly straightened up in her sight. "At ease, at ease, I'm just enjoying a few drinks while I wait on those new recruits. Why we chose here, I now cannot remember for the life of me." she admitted and took another swig of the drink in her hand.
Joe looked over to her. Eura was an adviser in The Family, it was the only fact that The Family had kept under wraps. She had been the youngest adviser in the syndicate ever, and it wasn't just because she was the daughter of the Don. She sighed as Joe studied her and then he motioned over the men that had come in with her. "They're here, awaiting you to look them over." he said, and she nodded, finishing her drink before getting out of her seat. A few of the men smirked when they saw her, but her face was void of emotion as she approached them and she looked them over. They were built well, nice looking, but one kept getting this idiotic smirk on his face and she grumbled.
"Joesph." she beckoned and the man who had been sitting at the bar with her. He nodded. "You can have this one here. He deserves training under you, and then the blond will have to go under Erick, and I'll let Antonio have this one there. You three are dismissed. Do anything to make us regret our decision and you will be severely punished." she warned them, taking her place back at the bar, this time an older man sitting beside her.
He had seen better days, no one could deny that, but his smile, the soft, barely there one, made Eura nod to him. "Will you ever smile again?" his soft voice came.
"I doubt it, but you never know. Weirder things have happened, have they not, Robert?" she asked him and he nodded, motioning for the bartender to fill her glass and bring him one of his own. "What brings you here, out of uniform at that?" she asked him, taking in his funeral attire. It was a nice suit, much like their uniform was, but there was no associating factor that would place either Robert or Eura in The Family. Well, aside from the fact they were both carrying guns, but both were very well concealed.
"I thought it would be a good time to sit with my goddaughter and drink. I was just at your mother's grave site." he told her, and her eyes fell slightly and she sighed. "I knew you had been there today. A dozen red roses were there from your father, and then there was the pair of white roses from Emily... And then there was the daffodils sitting there. I know that's you, you and your mother share a love of daffodils and lilies." he told her.
Eura scoffed a small chuckle-like noise, but she took a sip of the bourbon before her. "Father says I look like her too, but I have his eyes." she commented and Robert nodded.
"Of course. You're just like her. Beautiful, smart, driven. Stubborn too. Your father always hated that, but your grandfather thought it was the funniest thing. You know he's in town?" he asked.
"I know, but Emily was always grandfather's favorite." Eura sighed, and she looked to her drink. "Emily was always the more proper girl of us... I was the one who went cold after mother died."
"But look at you now. You've accomplished so much, and you make your father proud." Robert said, rubbing her back a little and when the door opened his face turned slightly. He moved his head closer to her ear. "Don't look now, but there are O'Connell's here." he whispered, and Eura nodded.
"I've got The Angel with me, so it shouldn't be any trouble if they figure out who we are." she assured him, but Robert still rubbed her back and she motioned her hand up. "Can I get another?"
The bartender strolled over and gave her a look. "What kind of sorrows are you drowning?" he asked her and she shrugged.
"My mother's death mainly, but hey, who doesn't drink to drown their sorrows sometimes?" she asked him and he nodded and Robert looked to her. He knew that the death had taken an unseen toll on her, but he never expected her to say something like that. Never. Still, the bartender smiled and walked down the bar to the O'Connell's.
"You alright?" Robert asked Eura.
"Yeah. I'm like this every year." she answered, and she felt her phone vibrate and when she looked at it she sighed. "Hello?"
"When are you going to be home, sweetheart? Your grandfather wants to see you." her father's voice came.
"Soon, I promise. Just got to run a couple of errands before I head home." Eura said and her father sighed.
"Alright, baby, don't be long. I love you." he said.
"I love you too." she hung up with that and Robert looked at her. "Want to help me pick out dinner for the day?" she asked him.
"Sure. We'll leave soon, just do what you need to here, I'm here when you want to leave." he said to her, and she nodded before someone knocked into her. Robert noted the irate look on Eura's face, but when she turned and saw who had knocked into her she just gave a soft, barely there smile. The young man looked like hell. He had heavy bags under his eyes and he looked all around put off. The man who had been at the other end of the bar, Eura recognized as Murphy O'Connell. She had only seen pictures of him, but she knew that was him. She ignored it though. He wouldn't know what she looked like now anyway.