It became a recent event for Ethan's girl Polly to come and visit the bar along with that Gap model pretty boy of hers, not that I was complaining since she wasn't as bad as I pinned her out to be.

Still don't know about her khaki friend though even after a whole year of seeing his face around.

"Why are you eating ice cubes in a bowl of water?" Ethan suddenly questioned, about to get the door to let Polly in as I timidly chewed the ice in my mouth, scooping it with a spoon and crunching on it.

"Ran out of cereal," I put my pointer finger up.

"And I'm broke." I said with a second finger between hard swallows of some chunks of ice that slid down my throat with surprising difficulty, shivering slightly and making a face before proceeding to eat my bowl of ice like nothing happened as I watched Ethan finally answer the door.

"Hi again." Polly beamed up at him, holding a fancy covered tray in her arms as Ethan let out a bashful "hey."

"I brought some lunch for all four of us, oh hello Veronica." She happily greeted as I gave her a nod, now used to her formality and approaching Ethan's side as I eyed the hidden food.

"I have some vegetarian and vegan hors'doeuvres." She explained as I leaned closer to Ethan, whispering a confused "she's got what now."

Polly peeled the reflective tinfoil from the tray, revealing small, perfectly toasted pieces of bread with some type of colorful, salsa-like topping on each of them.

"I'll put these on the counter." She scrunched her shoulders with excitement, making Ethan smile as I gaped at the food, the delicious scent greeting my senses as she clicked the in her pointed heels.

"Hey look, she brought my next month's rent on a silver platter." I duly noted, pointing at her with my spoon as Ethan laughed, letting out a proud "that's my girl" and patting me on the back before going over and helping her out, leaving me at the door as I watched the two in thought.

"It's actually your next two month's rent on a silver platter." That familiar, joking voice I've also grown accustomed to appeared at my side.

I didn't bother to look as Harry leaned against the doorframe, holding a tray of food himself.

"Really?" I finally looked at him, voice muffled with the spoon in my mouth.

I was holding the bowl with both hands so the spoon was held between my lips as Harry raised his hand, grabbed the end of the metal utensil and bringing it up and down, forcing my head to nod along with his movements as he said "really" with emphasis.

"What's that." I said, taking the spoon out of my mouth as I pointed at the exposed food in his grasp, the extravagant mini breads lined up on the ceramic tray matching his neatly pressed and ironed purple polo shirt.

"Ah, now this, this right here is a perfectly chilled, herbed vegetarian mushroom pate with fresh parsley and subtle hint of rosemary and the best lemon juice.." He proudly grinned, sporting dimples that paired with his pearly white teeth before his green eyes fell to the bowl in my hand.

"What's that." He asked, pointedly staring at what I was eating as I dropped my gaze to my bowl.

"Ice and water." I got to the point.

Harry's brows furrowed, staring at the ice.

"Wanna switch?" I asked.

He looked up to meet my gaze.

"Sure." He shrugged before we casually switched foods, one of my arms balancing the tray of decorated bread as I brought the finger food to my lips while Harry lowered his head to eat a spoonful of ice.

"Is this what poor people do?" His sharp jaw worked as the sound of crunching filled the air from the both of us.

"No, it's what poor girls named Veronica do." I countered, taking a bite of the hard bread and savory dip.

"Make sure you let the flavors dance on your tongue," Harry noted, raising the spoon in my direction.

"Savor the taste, the hint of rosemary, the minuscule, crumbled and divine texture of the bread crumbs you didn't notice befo- no stop- don't just-!" Harry spazzed out when I shoved the whole bread piece into my mouth, practically deep throating the sucker and choking on it.

"Stop, the flavors are supposed to dance on your tongue not have a seizure on it. You can't just shove it down your throat, it's pate not dick." He snapped, trying to reach for the tray of cuisine that I was blocking, hunched over with my back against his chest.

"Can't you guys ever get along?" Polly's soft, distressed voice sounded in front of us, causing Harry and I to pause to look over at our best friends as Ethan slung a muscular, tatted arm around Polly's dainty shoulder.

"Of course." Harry straightened, sending me a side ways glance.

"Yeah." I agreed.

"Nice prostitute fur coat. How much for a blowjob in the alley." Harry casually asked me as Polly gaped at him with an offended expression while Ethan muffled a laugh behind her as I turned to Harry.

"Whatever amount you get at your next Wiggles concert." I said, eyes flickering to his purple polo shirt as he pursed his lips to hide the growing smile on his face.

We then turned our heads back to the couple, sporting our best yearbook smiles.

Polly and Ethan exchanged quick looks before turning back to the food.

Harry smirked, giggling to himself a bit.

"Ha wiggles." He mumbled with a grin besides me.

"Prostitute coat." I said in thought, glancing down at my fur jacket around my forearms as if seeing it for the first time.

"You know I gotta admit, this place is starting to get real classy." Harry suddenly brought up, looking over at me.

"Yeah?" I sent him a questioning look, wondering how a dingy pub like Ethan's could get any classier.

"Yeah, the new valet parking's pretty good." Harry approved as I blinked at him.

I looked around wondering who was going to tell him before realizing it was up to me as always.

"We don't have a valet." I said.

"What?" Harry blinked, tilting his head to one side in confusion.

"Then who did I give the keys to my Ferrari to..." His uncertain voice trailed off right as a bright orange Ferrari whizzed past the bar at a lightning speed as one of the two guys stuck their middle fingers out to Harry while they blasted music and hollered out into the streets.

"Besa mi culo gringo!!" (Kiss my ass gringo) One of them laughed out in a high pitched cackle as Harry let out a 'hey!' shoving the bowl of now water he was holding on top of the tray of his mushroom pate in my arms as he ran out into the tire marked street, his body enveloped in the faint smoke left behind.

"There better not be a scratch on my baby when I find you two or I'm fucking suing!You hear me! Not one fucking scratch or you'll be hearing from my lawyer!" Harry threatened, his loud voice carrying through the entire neighborhood as his car and the laughter of the men faded into the distance.

Harry stormed back into the bar, passing by me as I followed his fuming figure with a turn of my head before trailing after him with an amused smirk.

"What's up with Kent?" Ethan nodded over at Harry as he fed Polly some food, using the nickname we always called him while Harry paced around the empty bar, using up all the space since Ethan always closed the bar so none of the usual drunks would scare Polly off.

"Harry, what happened?" Polly withdrew from the snack Ethan was offering to send her friend a worried glance as Harry found something in the corner of the room behind the bar counter.

"Nothing but a bunch of punks stealing my shit. Can I borrow this bat?" Harry huffed, weighing the bat that we always kept just in case of any emergency bar fights in his palm.

"Knock yourself out." Ethan said as Polly's blue eyes widened in alarm.

"Wait, maybe if we just talked to them-" She began as Harry slung the bat over one broad shoulder, already striding towards the exit.

"I'll be back." He reassured her.

"Be safe." Polly reminded him with concern.

"Have fun." Ethan added.

"Don't break a nail sweetheart." I commented with a mouthful of food.

Harry made sure to pause at the door, as if stopping to strike a heroic pose with the bat still over his shoulder as he pointed at Polly.

"Thank you." He told her, then moved his finger over to Ethan.

"I will." He responded to Ethan before finally turning to me.

"Fuck yourself." Harry's pointer finger was replaced with the middle one when his attention was on me, flipping me off before leaving the bar while I waved with a smile.

"Ah, what an idiot." I chuckled to myself, hopping onto the counter as I drank the melted ice in my bowl.

"We can't just let him go out like that by himself. He's delicate, he even named his horses in his private manor after characters in the Vampire Diaries." Polly protested with a pout.

"Polly you can't go out there, you're too fragile." Ethan softly said, caressing her face and staring down at her, looking deep into her eyes.

"Oh Ethan." She sighed, holding his hand that framed the side of her face.

"I would go but I need to make sure no one will come in and try to steal any of the bottles in my bar like last time." Ethan reasoned.

"If only we had someone to help Harry out and make sure he's okay." Polly frowned, releasing a distressed exhale before the two slowly turned their heads to look at me, causing me to stop the slurping of my bowl of water.

I stopped, raising my head and looking behind me before looking at them to find their puppy dog faces.

"Aw come on," I whined, sliding off the stool reluctantly with a pained expression as they both grinned in approval.

"You're the best." Polly clasped her hands to her heart.

"Thanks Ron, I owe you-" Ethan began.

"Yeah, yeah." I was already shrugging off my fur coat, tossing it on one of the tables before heading out the door, walking in my four inch heels looking for a particular polo shirt wearing, manicured, rich boy.

After walking around searching, I expected to find Harry's body in an alleyway or something with the baseball bat he was carrying shoved up his ass.

What I didn't expect was to find the guys who stole Harry's car violently driving the orange Ferrari around an empty parking lot with Harry on top of the hood of the car screaming his lungs out as they vigorously sped and swerved the car around while I stood there, watching Harry cling onto the hood for dear life.