Darkee stared at himself in the bathroom mirror in silence as he combed his hair back, he thought about the path he had just chosen, leaving the city of Los Angeles and moving to Chicago to become... A bigger criminal. It had been less than a day but the idea of leaving his neighborhood made his chest feel heavy, the only fix to the issue was to hit the streets of Chicago and get into some mischief. Forget the City of Angels, he had the City of Wind ahead of himself. He pocketed the comb in the inner pocket of his coat and headed out to hit the town, cash in pocket and the focus to piss away his woes.

He passed many local stores and with each one he came across he checked out thoroughly, anyone who saw him doing so would believe he was planning to boost some items from the shops but in actual fact he was just trying to get a feel for his new neighborhood. He took a stop at one of the street corners and grabbed the cigarette from above his left ear, sticking the butt end between his lips and going for his lighter.

"Fuck me, you can't be serious!? Fuck!"

Darkee is left on the corner patting his pockets and feeling out his coat and pants, unable to find his lighter. He continued on down the street with the unlit cigarette between his lips and the look of frustration on his face. He walks directly up to the first person he sees and immediately asks;

"Got a light?" 

"Yeah, kid," said Cesare retrieving his lighter from his jacket pocket, "Here ya go." Cesare placed the lighter in the guy's hand, "You go on and keep that, it's easy enough for me to find another one."

He felt like he may have seen this kid around town... but of course seemed like everyone was shuffling around these days...

"You look familiar," he finally started as the kid exhaled his first puff, "Have you been around Chicago long?"

  Tyrion left the motel he was in for totally not shady purposes and walked to the sidewalk. He was admittedly a bit high and the cold air stung his eyes until he felt the need to palm at them. He started walking down the road to a local convenience store where he could purchase something to drink and a snack. On his way there he stopped near an alley and pulled out a joint, inhaling deeply. He leaned up against the wall and sighed, zoning out, pondering the various questions of life, as one does when high. Suddenly he notices Cesare and his new recruit Darkee talking. He walks over and chuckles.

"Well, no shit. Look who it is! Finding your way around alright? Chicago is a big city."

  Tyrion grinned and looked between the two, still quite high. He stuck a joint out to Cesare.

"It's nice bud, if you want some.."

"Hmm... I gotta get in there too..." Ravi thought to himself. 

He loved introductions, he loved them so much he had to spy on them and jump in when it was right. He dropped his pair of binoculars and dashed outside the HQ, grabbing his old rusted bike and grinding all the way to where the two men where standing. When he got there, his beautiful and charming husband had also joined the conversation.

"Bien bonjour! Mon nom est Ravi, et je suis un français!" he said, with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "Don't let yourself be intimidated by them, their big mama bears inside!" he added, with a wink.

Cesare still had reservations about accepting Tyrion's joint, ever since Mr. Brightside's in Vegas he had been weary of the stuff...

"No, thanks Tyrion. I've got everything I need here," he declined politely producing his pack of cigarettes then motioning to the kid between them, "He one of yours then?"

Darkee huffs out a breath as he comes across Cesare, finally getting a cigarette lighter from somebody on the street. He takes it from Cesare without hesitation and sparks up his cigarette, taking a much needed draw before pocketing the lighter. Darkee exhales the smoke into the sky and his shoulders drop as if all of the weight is gone.

"I flew in last night with Tyrion and this is really my first step outside since I got here, place is confusing to get around."

Darkee remains with Cesare and continues on the conversation before spotting Tyrion stumbling up towards them, he wasn't sure what he was smoking but he knew for damn sure he wanted some.

"Ey Tyrion, this place is confusing as fuck, I got lost twice before stumbling upon..." Darkee realized he hadn't even introduced himself to Cesare but continued on anyway. "Your friend, gonna take some time to get used to. What are you smoking though?"

Darkee hears the squeaking of Ravi's bike before he comes into view, he stands somewhat dumbfounded and in awe, mainly thanks to how bad his bike was. He stares off into space as Ravi speaks in French and only snaps to once he's done, staring at him in silence for a brief moment before offering his cigarette out to him as he is completely lost on what else he could do.

"Cigarette?"
 

Ravi kindly declined the offer, getting of his rusted bike with care.

"Eh oui! It's hella old! Found I lying there back in the good old days where I was in Detroit! So what brings you around?" 

Darkee slips the cigarette back between his lips and takes a draw from it, exhaling the smoke out through his nostrils. Glancing around the group of men gathered on the sidewalk before replying to Ravi.

"Tyrion came and got me from Los Angeles, seems to think there's more money to be made in Chicago." He gives Tyrion-Lannister a gentle slap on the shoulder before staring at Ravi.

  Tyrion laughed and took another drag off his joint. Savoring the feeling of the smoke

  "Marijuana. Only drug I allow myself to use and deal. Do you partake? Speaking of which, the drug trade is rich around these parts. Chicago is infamous for it's drug dealings. Every street corner you'll find a hustler. But that's not for men like us anymore. We deal with a tad more finesse."

Darkee stubs the end of his cigarette against the street pole beside himself and tucks the half that's left back on top of his left ear before reaching out to the joint, taking it from Tyrion. He has a small puff and lets the smoke flow from his mouth slowly before handing it back.

"There's no money in this crap though, gotta go for the bigger stuff. Hustling is my thing so if you need it done let me know." Darkee wets his lips and peers around the area, watching random passerby's as they avoid the small gathering of men. 

Ravi rested in the nearest, admiring the two men talking. On his left he had Darkee, who was one of the most promising mafiosos among the family they where apart of. He had no trouble imagining the man being at te head of a family one day.

And on his right, oh boy. His beloved husband, Tyrion-Lannister. He was the perfect man, strong, dangerous, fearless and strict when he needed to be. He also had the best looks out there. He couldn't imagine a more perfect man than him...

So Ravi stayed there, contemplating his two friends, and looking up at the stars from time to time.

With the conversation becoming stale and the effects of Tyrion-Lannister's marijuana setting in Darkee had the sudden urge to get something to eat and he wanted something quickly. Glancing between @The_Kidd, Tyrion-Lannister and @Cesare_Torretta he sparks up;

"I need something to eat, I heard there's a guy back at HQ that can cook a good meal or do you guys know somewhere better? Maybe we could get up to some mischief tonight."   

In his own mind he didn't think that the older men would be interested in getting up to no good nor would they be able to keep up with him if they decided to follow through with his offer, awaiting to see what the group wants to do Darkee stands idle with his hands tucked in the pockets of his coat.

  Tyrion glanced back at The_Kid and smiled, always the charmer. How could he possibly have a better husband? There are none quite like him..

He then realized he was still in a conversation, so he took a final drag and stomped his joint under his heel. Was this a challange? It felt like a challenge.

  "Hell yes I'm down for some mischief. We can drop by the HQ and pick up some food from Sal and then head to one of them back ally waterin' hole joints that the fuzz don't mess with. Sound good Ravi?"

The small white kid nodded, grabbing his bike. 

"Let's do this boys!" he shouted, starting to make his way to the HQ, alongside his two friends/husband.

Darkee smirks and gives a nod of approval as he heads back to HQ with the group of men. Once inside the group seek out Fat_Sal in hopes of being rewarded with a feast before hitting a night on the town.

Makes up some pizzas, lasagna, ravioli. steaks and zitti for the HQ table. 

Darkee I know you boys were out busting your humps on the streets. Hope you can take a load off and have something to eat. You need to keep your bellies full. Its not easy out there. Fill up my friend. 

Eats a connoli and sips a little Scotch. 

Italian food. Was there better food than italian food? He welcomed Fat_Sal and the food with a warm smile and a hungry stomach, and quickly took a little bit of everything, wanting to taste all of the meals prepared. He took a bite, and another one, and another, until he had finished his plate. The meal was so delicious, even his little head had reacted!

"Thank you Sal! You are a tremendously talented cook!"

Darkee ate as much as he could handle and thanked Fat_Sal with a handshake, he made his way to one of the sofas and made himself comfortable. Unbuttoning his shirt and taking his hat off it wasn't long before he was too full and stoned to move any more. He falls into a deep sleep sitting up, although a few try to wake him up he is completely unresponsive and sleeps the night away.