Rom couldn't believe where he was seated right now, in the last few weeks, he has seen an increase in his presence in the world. One thing is for sure, the way he finds himself beginning to slowly adjust, with Newt and a few of the other members of his chosen crew around him. The times in Detroit were changing, luxury and the big bucks were not going to be buying him any favours. The way he knew they would, this was a time when he needed some allies for the future. 

One of them was Morticia and Gomez, those two seemed to have a certain pull within the city they were currently residing in. He had been invited to assist them in an Organized Crime game, one where he would be in the position of one of the infiltrators in their little game. He was well on his way when he had been stopped by a runner from the infamous duo, he nodded his head and accepted the note that was given to him. 

Finally, he had made it to a Detroit social club, the place was pretty packed for a small-time thing. Seemed to be a lot of guys doing business here, in the crowds, he saw people like Ron_Swanson, the man seemed to be in New York a lot. Rom gave him a little wave, heading on his way when he bumped into Sync. 

For a moment, he stopped and suddenly, the man smiled and went on his way. Rom let out a breath that he didn't even know that he had been holding in. So without another word, he went into one of the many backrooms, running in a burly guard who looked him up and down like a pipsqueak. For a moment, he wished that he had brought Gerry with him but even Gerry could hold nothing against this guy. He was a fucking freak of nature!

The man turned, knocking on the door and for a moment, Rom said his prayers and ate some vitamins because he could not go in there and face whatever was about to come before him in that room.

Stepping into the room had seemed like an entirely different kind of experience, the two were well...a bit odd for him at least. Their pale skin and then the way they watched him seemed a bit like they could see into his very being. It was only that smirk Morticia held that made him feel welcome, slightly.

"Rom, have a seat, I'm sure that Lurch wasn't a bit rough in welcoming you into the room..."

So the man's name was Lurch? He didn't think that was fitting for the tall man. Only then he could see the man give him a small look, Lurch dismissed him like a small rodent. And Rom wasn't going to even complain, he just sat opposite the two, Morticia and Gomez,

"Well, he was certainly a bit quiet but aren't we all? So, what's to be my role in our little spree?"

His brows raising to the couple, he found that the pale skin had still given him the willies. And he was meant to be this tough go-getter man of the game, yet here he was, almost cowering before these two. He knew their reputation in the society, and he wasn't going to fight it, because fuck if he had even earned that right too yet. 

Standing to her feet, seemingly gliding, that smirk still plastered on her lips. Rom had to wonder if she ever smiled, because it was starting to give him a scare, looking at Gomez, the man had given him a seemingly rare smile.

"We're going to be doing a favour for our boss, Mist_And_Shadows, competition has ramped up and well, they've decided not to pay up their fair share to us. You get it, right? We're going to rip that business apart, root and stem..."

Seemingly emphasizing her statement, Morticia grabbed a pair of scissors and grabbed a flower from a vase. Without pause, she snipped the flower and for a moment, Rom had to tilt his head, eying with a slight bit of oddity in his eyes, but he had grown used to it, so he leaned back, nodding his head. 

"We're going to torch this place? I mean, if the guy, whoever the unlucky bastard is, has decided to not pay up to the people who allowed him this chance, then he deserves what's coming..."

Rom agreed, his eyes wandering between the both of them as they met his eyes. For a moment, his eyes turned downward, not being able to meet that gaze. Once again, he did not need to feel like his entire life was being played out for those who need not know. 

"I knew there was a reason why you were approached by us Rom, this is going to be wonderful...you'll get a generous cut of the payment that was already given in advance by a boss. How does....20K sound?"

Tilting his head, for a man of his position, that seemed a bit much. He was only a simple Goon, his moves in the streets and working with Newt_Scamander, it seemed a bit much and even for someone like him, maybe they were putting too much faith in him. Then came why they needed him, he had been known to be someone who had an eye out, one who knew a bit of everything.

And so they discussed, their reasoning, sound as could be. Gomez, the man had mentioned, while a little silent, he was cunning. He saw that gleam in his eyes, something lurked within those eyes and for a moment, Rom knew that counting him out was something that no one should do, ever. 

"I understand, I'll head down there, immediately. Should I need anything?"

"Lurch!"

The thundering footsteps behind him did nothing to even stop the slight tremor in his hand as he found himself releasing a cool breath. Lurch, the mountain of a man tilted his head, seemingly to his employers. 

"You rang?"

The man said and maybe it was in his delusion but Rom swore that the man sounded like a mythical giant in those fairytales his mother told him...

"Give Rom the supplies, thank you."

Walking towards a cabinet in the back, Lurch pulled out a brown leather worn duffel bag. Rom did not need to be a genius and know that inside the bag were tools for the job...he took the bag, quickly. Rom did not wish to be inside the same room as Lurch for too long, without another word, he left, setting out on his part of the job....

And so here Rom was, he watched the building, and he saw a few other guys that were allied with the Addams, he had learned their names through a plethora of goons, and he knew they meant business. This was not the first time that the two had acted as enforcers for Mist, and he doubted that it would be the last, Rom was doing as a member of the society, plus he had heard Mist and Gimpanzee used to run together, the two being one of the closest in the society to be seen to date. 

"Now where's that signal..."

And soon, he heard the death cry of a single guard, another following soon after. Soon, stomping out the smoke that rested in his lips. He found himself moving off the wall and moving towards the building with a pace that suited him. Taking the lighter from his leather jacket, he lit the flame and reached inside the bag for a Molotov Cocktail,,,,his eyes gleamed before letting loose into the shop....

One after another, he did not stop and felt like he was pitching a great game. Soon the rival's business was lit up and nothing remained, the flame crackles were almost music to his ears as he stepped away...heading into his car. He had done his part in the job, now was the time get away and leave the area, the Addams and their goons could handle the rest, business had been taken care on his side....

"Fuck...now I have to do another job with 'em...toss the fire...toss another one, it seems."

Least he did his crew proud, sighing, he sped off into the night and would count his money when he needed to, for now, he needed a drink and a broad to sate his needs, it had been a long night....
 

Ron saw his old partners progeny enter and doffed his fedora. Calling over the waiting staff, Ron insisted a bottle be sent to Rom's table

I sure hope that young buck knows what he's getting himself into.

Stumbling back into the social club, he noticed the bartender give him a meaningful look and slid a large brown envelope over to him. He took the money and noticed that the bartender had already given him a private table. He sat down, taking it all in, for a moment, he sat there and thought things over, while this life was something he never really expected. He liked it all the same, the thrill, the rush, and the excitement, all coming into this single moment where now he was more than a few thousand dollars richer at this moment. 

Noticing a waitress heading over to him, he shook his head with a rueful smile, after that rumour by Zek, his reputation had never really been the same with the waiting community. Hence, why there suddenly seemed to be an abundance whenever he was relaxing in a bar nowadays. With a soft, she gave him a single bottle of bourbon and a glass, saying that it was his friend who sent it.

He sent the man a small smile, thanking him for the much-needed drink after the night he had. Without another word, he took the bottle and patted Ron on the back on his way out. Giving the bartender a meaningful look, letting him know that he would be back to do business with the Addams again, they had helped him and Gomez did say that he had another job for him, included. This could have been something more, helping out Detroit, however he could, it was his home now, and he knew that it was going to be a big thing, one that always had new things on the horizon for him.

Now outside, he unscrewed the bourbon and chugged away, it felt refreshing, barely registering the burn but all the same, he grew used to it. Maybe the various celebrations in the past or perhaps his life in bars had done something to him, yet all he knew was that the night was over, the work here had been done and the good times were just beginning. 

Casting another look in the direction of the social club, a few people continued to walk in and out, he gave it a soft smile. Maybe he could make a few more connections there, for now, he started walking back to his car and would drive home. He had been paid, and for now, he could enjoy it however he wished...

"Let the good times roll..."