Hey Judge_Holden, I'll buy her from you, if you'll let me.

Raises an eyebrow at the conversation.

What? If I can't have a Rourke, why not have something close?

Nope, not for sale. Half-Rourkes are the rarest of the rare. You can't speculate value on priceless.

Overhearing the discussion about human trafficking between Judge_Holden and Anthony_de_Luca

I think we just set normal society back 100 years, and Rourke society forward at least 20. But Gentlemen you must realize that you're simply asking for time with Kates and, if anything, YOU should be paying HER.

I have another half rourke if anyone is interested. Sammy is for adoption

Well, can I borrow her?

He overhears what Steve had to say.

I'd advise you not to say something like that to her, steve. Not a good combination.

what in the world is one and wat do we do with it?

Are these Rourkes house broken?

The mere idea that my sister Kates is a half Rourke boggles my mind almost beyond the point of recovery.

I need to go ponder this.

Sits before her poster that says "No Rourke Allowed" and ponders all she has heard.

I am interested in adopting Sammy.

What can i feed it?

Can I leave now with it?

Sammy needs no food and is need of an owner.

The following are available rourkes

Sammy, and WillieRourke

"...can you borrow her, Anthony?"

slowly shakes his head, making a clicking noise with his tongue.

"A little bit back Godfather Premier caught him a bobcat up in the foothills. Took a few of us a fair amount of effort to get it stuffed inside a suitcase and get it closed. All teeth on one end and sharp claws on the other. If RedHood hadn't of had a suture kit we'd likely have had a hard go of it at the hospital before it was all said and done."

Pantomimes a sewing motion up and down both arms.

"The day Sherlock opened up his place in LA alongside of us, The Godfather set that suitcase down in front of Sherlock and told him it was a "housewarming present". It took a split second for that bobcat to come out of there after he undid those latches. A couple of days sitting inside there with no food or water made it pretty docile and quiet...but when it got a chance to get out you'd have thought Sherlock unleashed Hell's furies. Gnashing and slashing and pawing and clawing and screaming out it's anger it launched itself straight up in the air then commenced to kicking ass on anything on two legs not lucky enough to run away. Sherlock's pants legs looked like confetti and we had us a time laughing and carrying on. The Godfather has a pretty good sense of humor. Once again, if RedHood hadn't of had a suture kit...

Grins

"Asking to borrow Kates is a bit like that right there. You don't fence in a woman like that. She's not property. If you're lucky enough you'll get to share a moment of time before she leaves you in her wake. I'm adopting, not putting a saddle and bridle-n-bit on her."

Adopting a Rourke is suicide. I tried this with MickeyRourke once, and.... Shudders

I fed him after midnight.

Kizzy, walking by the Rourkanage, looks casually into the window--only to see the most pathetically cute pair of eyes she'd ever seen.  There in the window was Sammy, waggling his tailless butt into the air and whimpering to her.  After wiping away a tear of pity, Kizzy hurries into the building, ringing the bell on the desk impatiently.

Please--I'd like to adopt that Sammy in the window!

Sammy looks at Kizzy through the window and begins to claw at the window looking over at BlackHandRourke pleading him that he can go with her hoping and praying she doesn't feed him after midnight

I would like to adopt WillieRourke.

*Warden gets out suitcase and gestures for Willie to hop in*

Ok so Sammy belongs to Kizzy and Willie is now with Warden.

Kizzy gasps in happiness, then hurriedly snatches Sammy into a hug before taking of with her new Rourke in tow, talking about how she'll feed him and pet him and love him for ever and ever and ever!

*Warden puts the suitcase away*

Come on son,lets go home