Realistic or Modern The Oath - 1940s Gangster Drama - IC (Ended)

[Enzyme]

Angel's ears perked slightly at the mention of "Conor Sullivan". Clenching the cigar in his fingers, he looked at the burning tip. He moved the cigar around in circles in his fingers, causing the burning flame to distribute around the edges evenly. While it may have looked like to the others that he wasn't paying attention, he was very much tuned into what Vinnie was saying. "Hm." Angel said quietly, thinking of ways to hurt and possibly maim someone he'd call his "friend". He brought the cigar up to his lips, taking a deep inhale, this caused the tip to burn brighter than usual, flakes of ash following upon the table. He felt the smoke roll down his dry trachea, singeing a place into his lungs. He exhaled the smoke into a large cloud, which drifted into the dimly lit ceiling. Angel looked around the table, seeing people had brought their drinks with them. He cursed his dry throat silently. Pressing his cigar into the ashtray, he excused himself from the table. "If I may be momentarily excused. I'm outta' thinkin' juice." Angel said, referring to his empty glass. He carefully swept the ash on the table into his hand, dumping it into the ash tray. He moved from the room, back into the busy bar.

The bar was barely visible through the sea of bodies. He was, however, able to make out the silhouette of a woman. As he got closer, his smile grew deeper, as he knew exactly who it was. He rested his elbows on the bar, facing opposite the direction the woman was facing. "Get me a scotch, Madison, if you will." Exhaling loudly, he spoke again. "What's a beautiful woman like you doing in this parta' town?" This time, he was speaking directly to Violeta.

Misty Gray Foxy Maxilgal

 

[MiladySolo]

Angelica KingAngelica noticed the way Alexandra seemed so excited, pulling Conor with her. "Things are fine, I got a Maltese named Junior a few days ago. And yours?" She smirked at Conor and Alex, curious as to what they were doing here, together. "Evenin mister. Lookin' to play?" She asked Conor playfully. Her voice had a hint of teasing with a tinge of adventure-seeking. She had trained herself not to speak with her native accent, meanwhile, she had developed a thicker Chicago accent. It wasn't all that noticeable in her everyday life, but one of her quirks was at random times, she would sound as if she'd lived in Chicago her whole life.

neverbackdown Misty Gray ​

 

[Foxy]

Violeta Reyaz
Violeta was anxiously swirling the liquid in her glass, dark brown eyes immersed in an imaginary boxing world. Her knuckles tingled, and she clenched her fist, once lax muscles rippling beneath her long sleeve shirt. She needed to get out some pent up energy for sure. Past opponents danced before her eyes, even now, relaxing, Violeta saw only her passion. Shaking her head, and loosing several locks of long hair from her bun. Sighing, Violeta absentmindedly twirled a strand of hair with a single finger, soft lips parting as she focused on twisting it as tight as it could get. She leaned back, crossing slender yet muscular legs, tapping a single foot on the floor to a rhythm only she could hear.
The young woman had thought it to be a peaceful night, even amidst the chaos around her, but as soon as she saw him her blood ran cold.
Angel. The name just barely formed on her lips before she narrowed her eyes.
Shit. She thought. Just as she thought her evening would be perfect. Of course, she new the chances were reasonably high she'd find him here, and though she by no means wanted to see him, she couldn't deny it was nice to see a friendly face. Her eyes traced the lines of his face, and despite herself, she smiled, a soft, wane smile. This however, was immediately replaced by a scowl, dark eyebrows drawn tightly together as she quickly downed the rest of her drink. Her heart felt like it was trying to claw out of her chest. Violeta felt panic rise, and with head down, searched quickly for an escape route.
Her plans, however, were cut short when he addressed her.
"Shit." She said loudly, for a moment stunned the words came out of her mouth. She glanced over at Angel.
"I like the drinks." Her lips were no longer smiling, instead now drawn in a taut, worried line as she straightened her collar. As hard as she tried to appear put together and confident, Violeta could feel the hairs on her arms rise and her body tremble.

Enzyme

 

[Mooriot]

It was during the middle of a game when Giorgio felt a tap on the shoulder. He looked over with a raised eyebrow, discovering that it was Robert who had done the deed. "That your sister over there?" He asked, pointing a finger towards the casino entrance. Looking in the general direction, Giorgio frowned. Upon further inspection, it was rather clear that the person in question was indeed Alex. He'd been aware of her tendencies to sneak around after her shift was over, but the casino seemed a peculiar destination for her. He always assumed that she was much more of a party-goer than a gambler.

Giorgio debated on whether or not to go check up on her. He was curious to learn what she was doing here, but he also didn't want to intrude on her privacy per se. After a few more rounds and no longer being able to help it, he allowed his concern to get the better of him. "You'll have to excuse me gents," he said as he rose from his seat and made his way towards his sister. All he had in mind was a quick greeting, possibly a question or two before he left her to her own. As he approached, however, he could make out the small entourage that had gathered around her. He noted the presence of Angelica, a familiar face around these parts. He could also make out the figure of another person, though their back was turned on him, making this person's identity all the more difficult to determine. Yet, as he got closer, he could almost swear it was... Sullivan?

He could feel his footsteps quicken. Privacy be damned, something was terribly wrong here. "Interesting group we've got here," he said, stepping slowly into the group. He looked straight into the eyes of Conor. "What are you doing here, Sullivan?" Giorgio asked, his voice grave.

neverbackdown M MiladySolo Misty Gray

 

[neverbackdown]

Alex smiled at Angelicas comment about her new Maltese "oh I love dogs, I want to meet him" she said excitedly, her eyes lighting up momentarily. Alex absolutely adored animals, shes always had such a soft spot for them sincs she was young.
"Ah Im just finished work and ..." Alex stopped when she heard the sound of loud almost running steps behind her, she turned quickly to see Gio coming over to them. The first thing she noted was he did not look happy and then she realised his eyes were trained on Conor.
"Maybe I was wrong" she whispeared to Conor just as her brother stopped beside them.
"Gio" She said a little to excitedly as she hugged him hoping to distract him and she also used this technique to put herself indirectly between the two boys.
"Ah we bumped into each other outside and were just talking" she said very quickly to Gio about Conor before trying to change the subject of Conor "Win much? Hows it going"
Misty Gray Mooriot M MiladySolo

 

[Maxilgal]

Maite


“Get me a scotch, Madison.” She muttered angrily in Spanish, “Ought to clock you myself, lazy s.o.b.” When she turned she couldn’t help but notice him speaking to a woman near him. She was strong and beautiful, with thick, straight, black hair that was hazardously put up in a bun. For a second, Maite forgot where she was. But the look of distress immediately turned her back to reality. “Here you go, Angie.” A look of concern on her face, she turned to the woman. “Is he bothering you? Listen it’s ok, we don’t tolerate that in here.”

She glanced back at Angel and glowered at him. “For as long as you’ve been drinking here, and you don’t know our rules? You’re lucky Uncle Vinnie likes you, or I'd call for Martzel and Danny. Can I get something for you, dearie?” She offered a kind smile to the woman. “My name is Maite.”

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Danel


Danel put out his cigarette quickly and followed, more than happy. That taste of violence hadn’t been long and his hands craved another body. When he made it to the door stoop, he saw that Lloyd was already mostly done with him.

“What’d this creep say? Something ‘bout my sister?” He smiled with a deathly kind of coldness too it. “You know what, that man in there, he’s just given me the green light. And I’m really tired of asses like you coming in here and disrespecting my sister. Y’hear?” The man was watching, eyes as wide as dinner plates, as Danny wrapped his long fingers around his collar.

“I didn’t mean nothin’. Didn’t mean nothin’ by it.”

“Nothin’ by it, eh? Well, I sure took it as something. But, my sister wants this place clean tonight, so that means that I can’t do what I usually do to guys like you.” The man gave an uneasy laugh.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Azarola, I re-” He was cut off by Danny giving him a swift and deliberate head butt, sending the man right into the side of the bar.

“I’m gonna have to improvise.” He dragged the man over a few feet, lip reopened and beginning to bleed again. His foot met the man’s stomach with a swift kick, and he knealt down to the whimpering body. His hands yanked his head up by his hair and he snarled dangerously at the man. “If you ever come in to this place thinking you can act like that again, I’ll knock your fucking spine out, y’follow?” Danny released the man and turned back to Lloyd. Walking past him, he grumbled just audibly enough for him. “I’ve had a damn bad week.”
Foxy Enzyme

 

[Enzyme]

Still, looking at the crowd, his eyes never once wandered onto the two women. He kept his eyes on the scenery. "Relax, Maite. She's an old... Friend of mine." Of course he knew Maite's name, whether she was surprised or not; he wasn't sure. His eyes now shifted towards Violeta. Despite her red face and clenched hands, his face remained sincere. Even with her clear hostility towards him, you could tell by his facial expressions that he still cared for her. His gaze wandered down to her knuckles. "You never could keep your balance on those stairs." He moved the glass to his lips, sipping the hard alcohol.

Clearing his throat, he moved off the stool. He gripped the glass, pulling it towards his torso. "Enjoy the rest of your night." He nodded to her, a genuine smile placed upon his lips. "If you ever need me, you know where to find me." He then retreated back to the private room.

Resting in the chair, his run in with Violeta complicated his mind. He nearly forgot about Conor Sullivan. He placed his drink on the table, the dim light reflection off the glass. His eyes wandered to the cigar he recently put out, the smoke still stringing off the smoldering wreckage of tobacco. His eyes squinted at the smoke, lost in thought.

Foxy Maxilgal

 

[Misty Gray]

Conor Sullivan
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Conor gave a warm smile to Angelica, but briefly shook his head. "No, miss. I'm not looking to play just yet," he answered. "I like to have a few drinks and watch some of the others lose their money first. I'm not warmed up," he assured her. As much as he wanted to start there and then, he wasn't yet comfortable that it was safe to let his guard down.

When Giorgio arrived on the scene and looked straight at him, Conor only briefly felt concerned. Then the Italian asked Conor why he was here and that irritated the Irishman. The first thing he did was snigger and allow allow a bright smile to grow on his face. When he was about to fire back with something verging antagonistic, Alex stepped in by hugging her brother and giving a more passable explanation. But, Sullivan couldn't just let Giorgio's question and perceived hostility pass by without responding at all. He never could bite his tongue. "You're asking me what I'm doing in a casino?" he asked, maintaining eye-contact. "I'd say that's pretty bloody obvious," he said, motioning to those gambling around them. "Unless your family suddenly took ownership of this place, I'd say my presence here is none of your business." He didn't want to start trouble in front of Alex and Angelica, but he never could ignore a situation if he felt he was being challenged.

neverbackdown Mooriot M MiladySolo

 

[Foxy]

Violeta Reyaz
Violeta blinked slowly at Maite, wiggling her fingers in a nervous fashion, studying the barmaid's face for but mere moments. She wasn't a particularly flashy woman so to speak, but Violeta was nonetheless drawn to her gentle face. She smiled at Maite, glancing for a moment at Angel, who started to walk away.
"Like hell I'd need you." She muttered under her breath. Turning back to the barmaid, she pushed her glass towards her.
"He doesn't bother me all that much. We were... ahem... old friends back when he worked where I do. " Violeta paused. "Mind grabbing me another glass when you can?" Her voice was soft, near imperceptible again. She nervously fingered at the hem of her shirt, suddenly feeling self conscious in this bar full of people. Violeta began to stick out one hand to introduce herself before glimpsing again her battered knuckles and quickly drawing back.
"I'm Violeta. Most people call me V, I prefer it." She felt relaxed now that Angel was out of sight, breathing calming, muscles no longer shaking with both fear and fury. "Busy night, eh?"
The nerves were not so much when she was surrounded by people who didn't know her. She was just another girl in a bar here. Not a fighter, nor a gangster. The tension eased from her shoulders and again, she smiled softly, though she kept her head down.

Maxilgal

Lloyd Castellano
Lloyd waited patiently as his friend gave the man a physical warning he would likely never forget. Usually he wouldn't mind helping out himself, but tonight, he decided as he watched the man stumble away, he didn't much feel like it. His heart wasn't much in it, and he was glad Danny had taken care of it.
Sighing, he relented, following his friend back inside.
"I hear ya Danny. If you ever need help around here, let me know. You know where I'm usually at."
He gave his friend a half assed smile before stalking back to the bar, head on the counter as he debated ordering another drink. He wasn't about to leave, of course, Monte was his ride home, or so his friend had said, but it was getting late and Lloyd still hadn't seen the eldest Romano son leave the back room. Grumbling to himself, he spun around on the stool, surveying the quieting bar around him as he sipped his drink.

 

[MattS]

"I hope he turns up alright as well. From what you've told me about him he seems a pretty decent fellow." Dylan said. He knew all too well that conor was a trouble maker, but his disdain for authority seemed to be very knee-jerk, especially when it came to them trying to tell him what to do. It's very likely such disdain was taught through the family he grew up in. Despite this, the few times Dylan conversed with the young lad he had been very friendly and quite humorous, despite a good portion of the time he was in a jail cell and sometimes had a hangover from the previous night.

Sinead appeared to change the subject to something a little less worrisome as asked about Lieutenant Xin. "I'm afraid not. Jon hates leaving things unfinished and often works overtime because of it. It seems this was one of those nights. Hopefully he'll join us once he's finished and catch at least some of our entertainment." he said, smiling. He turned his attention to the side door to see that the other bassist has arrived for the second part. "Well, looks like it's time to get back to the stage. Shall we?" he asked looking back to sinead.

Misty Gray

 

[Misty Gray]

Sinead Sullivan
​

Sinead couldn't help but smile as Dylan said he thought Conor seemed decent. "He's the sweetest person I know. Be nice to him and he'll be even nicer to you in return," she explained. When he explained where Jonathan was, she nodded along. "Oh, I hope he manages to join us too," she agreed.

When it was time to start the second half, Sinead got up and smoothed her clothes out, making sure she was presentable. As they performed the rest of the show, she felt more relaxed and the show went without a hitch. She knew she was worrying over nothing and she'd give Conor a slap later for putting worrying thoughts into her mind. As soon as the last song was finished, Sinead decided she wouldn't sneak off out to meet her friends tonight, but she'd have a couple more drinks in the jazz club before going home. "It's been another good show, guys," Sinead told the band, her face now much happier. I'm going to get my bag and have some drinks at the bar."

As Sinead rushed to the small dressing room to retrieve her jacket and handbag, she cursed her new shoes for inflicting so much pain upon her feet. When she entered the dimly lit room, she stumbled in her heels and fell onto the floor. Oddly, something cushioned her landing from the hard wooden floor. As soon as she stood back up and focused, she saw the lifeless body of a scruffily dressed man. His body was laid out on the floor in a pool of blood which had apparently come from the deep wound across his throat. Sinead let out a high-pitched scream that at least the band members would hear. As sick as the sight made her feel, she could only stand shocked and frozen on the spot. Her white dress, slender legs and pale hands were stained with the poor man's blood.

MattS

 

[Mooriot]

"Is that so now?" Giorgio responded to Alex's explanation. "I'm fine, thank you for asking," he said, responding to her question, almost appalled with what she was trying to pull off. Did she honestly believe he would let this slide? She was openly strolling with a Sullivan, for God's sake. Giorgio himself never despised the Sullivans himself to a great extent, but even he knew that lines had to drawn. "You should know better than to ask me if I've won," he added, wanting to ease the situation for her. He returned her hug half-heartedly, but his attention was obviously elsewhere.

Leave it to Conor Sullivan to exacerbate things. Returning his chuckle with one of his own, Giorgio shook his head. "It is a bit of a foolish question in retrospect, isn't it? Forgive me, I wasn't aware you were much of a gambler." He let his other statement slide, knowing it would be nigh impossible convincing him otherwise. None of his business? How much farther from the truth could he be? Regardless, he was not going to allow himself to get aggravated by the likes of Conor – he was above that. He glanced quickly over towards Alex and Angelica, both of whom he had felt immense guilt for. "A conversation in private, Conor?" Giorgio invited.

neverbackdown M MiladySolo Misty Gray

 

[Misty Gray]

Conor Sullivan​

"I like to take risks; of course I'm a gambler," Conor casually noted. When Giorgio invited him for a private word, he nodded his head. He took a moment to look back to Alex and Angelica, a smile still fixed on his face. "Well, it looks like I'm in trouble again. So if I don't see you ladies later, have yourselves a great evening," he wished them. He then scanned to casino and pointed to a far corner which seemed to be unoccupied. "That looks like a good place for a private conversation," he suggested.

Whilst he didn't appreciate Giorgio's intervention, he would at least hear him out in a civil manner. He had no quarrel with Vinnie's son, but it didn't mean he didn't expect things could change shortly - if they weren't changing already. He was also prepared in the back of his mind should this be some sort of trap and he would make sure he was ready to defend himself if needed. It was only a matter of time before the Romanos would retaliate against him personally.

neverbackdown M MiladySolo Mooriot
Edit: added the last sentence.

 

[neverbackdown]

Alex rolled her eyes and sighed when Conor retaliated, moving herself slightly out of the way, so if a fight started she wouldnt be stuck in the middle.
She watched Giorgio as he spoke, he seemed calm but she could see the disgust and annoyance in his eyes. Alex was rebellious and yeah she got in trouble a good bit but even she knew that this time she had gone way to far. It was due to this realisation that she didnt even try to intervene when they went for a talk.
She gave a conor a half smile before Conor and her brother Gio walked off to a coner.
"Oh what have I done, I messed up this time" She said to Angelica and sighed loudly as she covered her face with her hands for a second. she kept her eyes trained on the boys as she took out a cigarette and put it to her lips . "Ill need a drink, want to go for one after your shift?" She asked Angelica. Thats once her brother didnt drag her home.
Misty Gray M MiladySolo Mooriot

 

[MattS]

( The plot thickens)
Dylan was glad that sinead seemed a lot happier during and after the show. While she was grabbing her bag from her dressing room, he decided to mingle with the patrons of the bar. A great many of them expressed adoration for Sinead's singing ability and asked that he pass the comments onto her. However, the atmosphere of joviality was shattered when he heard a scream, a woman's scream. His instincts kicked into action as he waded through the crowd to where he thought it had come from. As he soon found out, it had come from Sinead herself, who stood frozen in the dimly lit room staring at what appeared to be a man with a slit throat. "Call the authorities! There's been a murder!" he yelled to the curious patrons who were looking down the hallway to see what was happening. The bartender took not second thought and dialed 911 on the wall telephone.

"Come, we need to get you out of here." Dylan said as he began to lead the young girl out of the room and towards the side exit. He made sure none of the patrons saw the blood on the front of her dress to prevent rumors spreading that she had done it. "Poor girl." Dylan thought "This is the last thing she would have expected to see after a night like this."

Misty Gray

 

[Maxilgal]

Maite

“It’s ok, I know boxing hands when I see them.” She put her hand on the bar and showed her own scraped knuckles. They weren’t quite as noticeable or raw as the woman’s, but you could tell all the same. She poured the woman a glass and pocketed the money. “Trust me, I know enough about ‘old friends’ messing with ladies. I don’t stand for it.” She slid the glass to her and smiled. “Violeta...pretty name…” Maite leaned against the bar and nodded thoughtfully as she looked over the crowd. “Yeah. I hate tending Saturdays. It’s always crowded. Full of people from Uptown. People who don’t know the rules…”

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Danel

Danny wiped the blood from his lip and sat down. He hated Saturdays. They were filled with people he wanted to throw out, but they paid for his wine and bread, and he knew that Maite trusted him not to just start shit willy-nilly.

As the bar thinned ever so slightly, he noticed that Lloyd seemed especially lonely. He smiled and patted the man on the back. “You know, you could stay the night here. If Monte is taking too long and you’re ready to hit the sack. You look tired. Plus, it gets you a meal in the morning.”
Foxy

 

[Ineptitude]

"Coner Sullivan, hmm?" Fortuna hummed softly to herself as she leaned back into her seat, her sharp black orbs closed in an almost serene manner. "I'll admit, I'm not quite as well-versed in psychological forms of torture as I'd like." She acknowledged this weakness of hers with a slight nod. "I'm a lot more familiar with the use of ballistic therapy when it comes to improving one's attitude." She stated this with a smile, not-so-subtly referring to the fact that she would rather pump the Sullivan heir full of lead. Not that the hitwoman hated him in any particular way.

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[Enzyme]

After an eternity, Angel spoke once more. "I've known Conor for quite some time. There's really only two things he keeps close to his heart, his pub and his beautiful sister." Angel rubbed the scruff around his jawline that was beginning to grow rapidly, "Anything else you do to him, he'll just roll off his shoulders. Physically, you can hurt him all you want; that won't break him. Now if we were to take one of those two things from his life, there'd be no recovery." He sat up once more, clearly more alert than before, "However, if we're goin' to do something that drastic, we're gonna have to be ready for some serious retaliation."

Misty Gray Ineptitude Foxy

 

[Misty Gray]

Sinead Sullivan​

Sinead snapped out of her daze as she heard Dylan speak to her. She slowly nodded her head as she allowed her friend to lead her out of the building. The cold air outside suddenly hit her, but she needed it to knock her back into the real world. This was what the likes of the Romanos thought was normal. This was even normal to her own family. She thought seeing a man beaten to death a few years ago was bad enough, but this felt worse. It was both physically and metaphorically closer to her. She was about to say something to Dylan when the two Irishmen who had been watching her rushed out of the building after her.

"Miss Sullivan?" the man she had spoken to the bar addressed her. At first he looked worried, but then he realised the blood on her clothes didn't belong to her. He looked relieved and his voice calmed. "Come on, let's get you home," he told her.

"I'm not going anywhere with you and I'll scream the place down again if you try to make me," she angrily snapped at him. The two men had been watching her all night, she'd observed them from the stage. Perhaps they should have been directing their attentions elsewhere. "Now go! I don't want you here. I have real friends who will take me home when I'm good and ready."

Sinead watched the two men reluctantly leave. They wouldn't have stuck around for the cops to arrive and they'd no doubt run back to tell her father or whichever relative had sent them in the first place. She then looked down to her hands and wiped any wet blood onto her already spoiled dress. She then looked to Dylan. Though this had affected her, she wouldn't cry - she'd always been told that Sullivans were tough. But still...

"I've never seen so much blood in my life," she said, her voice stripped of any emotion. "I don't think I'll ever stop seeing it. Not in my thoughts."

MattS

Vincenzo Romano​

Vinnie smirked at Fortuna's response. In normal circumstances, he'd love nothing more for her to put an end to Conor Sullivan's life. On this occasion, that wasn't going to be the appropriate action. There were other ways to stop his enemies and destroying Conor's spirit and breaking the Sullivans from the inside would be much more satisfying and less implicating for the Romanos. Angel's words were like a breath of fresh air to Vinnie. Hearing Angel mention Conor's sister did something to validate his own thoughts. Getting to his enemies through Sinead had crossed his own mind, but the conscience he actually held had made him reluctant, especially given she was the same age as his daughter. Hearing someone else suggest it made him feel better.

"We can certainly use The Emerald to get to him," he agreed. He then paused to drink more of his whiskey and to choose his next words carefully. He wanted there to be no misunderstanding. "I had already considered Sinead and any more ways you can find to use her against her brother and father will be welcomed." His choice of words suggested he'd already thought of one way, if not even implemented it by now. "But no matter what, none of those ideas should involve killing her. I want the girl kept alive." They may sense Vinnie was speaking from his heart and they probably shouldn't be surprised, given he cared for his own children.

Enzyme Ineptitude Foxy

 

[Enzyme]

Angel nodded along, his eyes still glued to the cigar in the ash tray. "I don't think hurting her would be entirely necessary, although, if we were able to break that idea of invincibility..." Angel's eyes drifted off towards his glass of scotch, his eyes now squinting as his imagination ran rampid. "Perhaps we raid her house when she's away. Not only would we be shattering her valuables, but we'd be shattering her sense of security. It'd let them know we can get to her at anytime we please. It'd be like doing a strafe run over a city, but instead of dropping bombs, we're dropping leaflets."

Misty Gray Ineptitude Foxy

 

[Misty Gray]

Vincenzo Romano
​

"I like your thinking, Angel." Vinnie was satisfied with their group discussion. "I'm sure we've established there's enough to do to keep your three out of trouble and I don't care who does what. Arrange a meeting - somewhere neutral - with the Duilios; have Sinead Sullivan's placed raided; and give the Emerald Pub a makeover. I'll be taking care of other business, in the meantime." He got up from his seat and finished the rest of his whiskey. "Try not to have too much fun once I'm out of here. I need you all in one piece," he joked, despite his face remaining very serious.

When Vinnie left the private room, he permitted himself to walk behind the bar so he could speak with Maite. He looked around the bar and frowned as he noticed Danel's bust lip. "Have you two been having trouble out here?" his tone was both concerned and accusing. His eyes then fixed on the young woman Maite had been speaking with. She seemed somewhat familiar but he didn't know why. "A quick word, before I leave?" he asked, or told, Maite. He pointed to the back room so they could speak in private.

Enzyme Ineptitude Foxy Maxilgal

 

[MiladySolo]

"I can get off early, I'm sure there's someone who can fill in for me. You wanna go now?" Angelica asked Alex, having a few ideas about what she meant. It was almost definitely about Gio and Conor, mostly Conor, but she didn't push. Alex would tell her in her own time. "My car's in the lot, we can go straight to anywhere." They could go to The Fox's Den, Emerald Irish Pub or The Whistler Jazz Club. Angelica had to wonder which one Alex would choose, it would say a lot about her intentions.

Misty Gray Mooriot neverbackdown

 

[neverbackdown]

Alex smiled at Angelica "thanks yeah if you dont mind leaving now. She turned to have one more look at Conor and Gio while she took a long drag off her cigarette. Turning her attention back to Angelica she bit her lip thinking "The Emerald would definetly be too dangerous for me" She laughed "Dad will possibly be gone from the Foxes den by now but I like the Whistler jazz club so I dont mind" she said with a shrug "you choose since you're driving" She couldnt help but look back at her brother and Conor worried a fight was going to break out and it would be her fault if it did but she decided to worry about it later, turning back to Angelica she gave a sheepish smile "I'll tell you what that was about, when we get to our destination" she said with a laugh

Misty Gray Mooriot M MiladySolo

 

[Maxilgal]

Maite

“Oh, nothing serious. Just some men getting a lucky punch on Danny.”

“I just let them hit me.” He said, pointing a finger accusingly at Maite, the other still dedicated to stopping the blood.

“Sure you did, Dan.” She turned back to Vinnie and nodded. “Of course.” She led the way back in, leaving Danny watching them gravely. He had a look in his eyes that made Maite uneasy, but she just took a seat at the table. “What’s wrong, Uncle Vinnie? Was everything alright for the meeting.” The door was closed now, and she felt comfortable talking about business.

Misty Gray

 

[Misty Gray]

Vincenzo Romano​

Vinnie shared his attention between Maite and Danel as they explained what had happened in the bar. He grinned at their slight back-and-forth but didn't say anything more. This kind of thing was none of his business so he didn't need to be concerned with it.

Vinnie sat at the table with Maite and smiled when she referred to him as her uncle. It was that kind of closeness that made her a concern for him. "I'm going to need you to be extra cautious around here for a while," he told her. "Things are going to start heating up a little more around this city and it's highly likely retaliations against my business will start to turn personal." He knew this, because he'd already made his own retaliations personal with his enemies. "If you need any help securing this place, I can spare some extra men to help you and your brother out." He then thought about Paolo Salvatore and the man's betrayals. "I suggest you also check on your stocks and shipments, too. One of our own friends had been giving the Sullivans information on our business which has allowed them to steal some of my contraband and weapons. If you notice anything missing, I suggest you start making some supply and delivery alterations."

Maxilgal