Heading over to benny's, Vinny's place for a good drink. I was not sure if he was open, but I was pretty sure when he saw it was me, it wouldn't matter all too much. Benny's was a new place, but we all need a place where everyone knows your name..well cept the cops, you don't want them knowing. It looked like Vinny had a new batch of something brought in....

I asked him..."Whats that Vinny, a new shipment , I assume. And of course, I want some."

The bar's exquisite taste in whiskey was actually not my cup of tea, but on the odd ocassion that I stumble across a place like this, I would bring a friend to accompany me. I was sitting across from him, my eyes mirroring the tiredness that his own pupils brought. My mind raced as I thought of what to talk about with him. 

But my thoughts were cut short when suddenly, what looked like an army of bodyguards hauled into the bar, their faces drenched in sweat but most of all, there was a particular look of extreme interest in them as they set whatever they were holding down. 

One of the men lifted a hankerchief from their suit pocket, before wiping it across their forehead- an attempt to look presentable again to the people who were in the bar. 

The crate could be seen from where I was sitting, and just before I could make an assumption about what the contents of it were, I noticed another man striding in through the doors. My eyes watched him intently as he went over to the crate, and reached in for a bottle of whiskey. 

Ah. 

Thats why the shelves looked empty. 

The one who took the bottle seemed to be the owner, as I could overhear him giving orders to the men who initially came in. The vibe in the room was very strange. I could tell that something bad had happened for them to just storm into the bar like that. 

Although the look on the owner's face seemed to be unbothered as he took a swig of the alcohol. I shook my head, breaking my attention away from them and turning back to the friend I had so comfortably invited. 

"Well, I think we've been here long enough. Lets head home." 

With a gentle nod and a silent agreement that we could both understand, we headed out of the doors of Benny's Bar. 

I didn't know who those men were that had walked in, but I just hoped that they were safe- but being aware of the illegitimate activites that took place around here, I doubted it. 

Isabella took the call from Vincent_Costello who had risen in her ranks like a rocket!  If he had a need, she damn sure was going to do what she could to keep him making her fat stacks.

"I'm sorry to hear about your car, Vincent, Durden is one prickly bastard.  I've crossed him more than a few times myself, and it never ends well.  Tell me what you're looking for... what kind of help can I offer to you - one of my most trusted?  You know I'd do whatever I could to make sure that you and your interests are well protected."

His car ! Vinny car, I liked that thing..I had overheard him on the phone, assuming to Don Isabella..when he came back I said...

"Vinny, my boy, I am sorry about the car that bastard blew up, you have my support in getting him some cement shoes... tell me what you need, and you got it! This whisky is pretty good, is it a new product?"