Marie let out a long and deep moan as she sat on the floor with one arm around a trash can and other one propped up by the couch cushion in her office.  She buried her head in her free hand and prayed that the pounding headache and nausea would go away.  Just thinking about it made her throw up again into the trash can.

She groaned and used her forearm to wipe the nasty grossness away.

“I fucking hate you right now Lucky Luciano!” She whispered.  The thought of anything louder made her wince in pain from the headache.

Before last night she had never had more than 2 glasses of gin.  She had lost count how many bottles they had gone through.  She vaguely remembered even having some of the whiskey.  What else happened last night?

Lucky rolled off the couch in the RHM office and hit the floor. The sudden movement made his insides jump and he quickly reached for a trash can and spent the next few minutes throwing up endlessly into it. His head was pounding and the room was spinning and he was seeing things come up that he had eaten as a kid. 

He rolled over and finally got unsteadily to his feet, walked over to the desk and grabbed a bottle of asprin took a handfull and tossed them into his mouth washing them down with the last bit of whiskey in the bottle. Then he went back to the couch and laid back down wishing this day would end. 

Marie finally thought maybe the worse was starting to pass.  At least the room was not spinning any more.  She managed to climb onto the couch and sat on the edge for a moment just to make sure nothing else was about to come up.  Then she slowly rose to her feet.  Everything was fine until she opened her eyes and the room start spinning again.

She stumbled forward and managed to grab a chair to steady herself.  Oh was she going to kill Lucky when she found him!

After a moment she managed to stumble her way out of of her office.  She had no idea if Lucky was even at HQ, but the chances were good as drunk as they both had been last night.  One of her men, Goomba, approached her with concern on his face.  He was about to speak when she raised a finger to forestall him.  She whispered to him, "Lucky.... where is he?"  The man dutifully started to eagerly answer his crew leader verbally.  He got a syllable out before she winced throw up a hand in protest of the loudness of his voice.  He seemed to understand and just pointed to Luca''s office.  Marie nodded her understanding and moaned at the motion.  Some how she managed to pat the man on his shoulder and head towards the RHM office.

His location gave her a wonderfully vengeful idea. Walking into Luca's old office she pulled the door closed behind her with a loud thud timing it so that she could have her ears covered as much as possible.

Lucky's head Pounded hard as the door slammed. He quickly reached for his gun and aimed it at the door. 

"WHO THE FUCK" he managed to get out before turning and throwing up into the trash can again. Then rolled himself off the couch onto the floor. 

There was a bit of satisfaction in seeing the suffering that Lucky was experiencing too.  It was not enough though.  No this man had to pay and pay big.  Speaking in a soft voice -- not for his sake, but for her own -- she said, "Get yourself cleaned up you have a big day today.  We have a bunch of new associates that have just landed on these shores and they need to learn how not to shoot themselves in the foot.  You're going to take them all out to the dump and watch them take target practice until they can hit a  target the size of a chest from 20 paces."