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| Meeting. (RP) | Started by: SirSammyRourke on Dec 11, '08 13:43 |
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It is a fine night i think to myself, as I'm walking down the street to meet a business partner at some Italian restaurant that he raves about. The wind is a gentle and makes my hair flow like a God. I walk with a strong yet graceful march in one of my finest suits. If this meeting goes well, lets of money shall be made in the near future. As i walk by a dark alley, i notice these two punks have a kid pinned up to a wall by his shirt. Shaking my head disapprovingly i go to see what the hells going on. As i get closer i can smell the stench from the two muggers and it is sickening. They have a look about them that quite plainly says i dont give a fuck. Reaching into the side pocket of my suit, i grab my gun and casually put it behind my back, making it look like im stretching. 'OWWWWWW,' I scream, distracting the muggers. They couldn't see me at this point, i was in the shadows. One of them came looking and i shot him in the kneecap. 'i don't like muggers,' i said to him calmly. He replied with a grunt and said 'FUCK OFF MAN!' I groaned, another disrespectful fucking punk. As he was immobilized from the shot to his knee, i went behind him and snapped his neck. Pfft. Tell me to fuck off. His other friend by now had long since ran off and the trembling kid was looking at me as if he didn't know what to think. 'Uhh uhh d-d-don't hurt me please!' He begged as he was shaking uncontrollably. I looked down upon him wiping the fingerprints off of my gun clean, 'I'm not here to hurt you boy, now get up you're making yourself look like an idiot.' It took him a moment to come to his senses but when he tried to stand his knees gave in and he couldn't bring himself up. Grabbing the kid by the collar i hoisted him up and slung him over my shoulder. What a great thing to be doing, carrying around some kid with a three thousand dollar suit on. I looked to the kid and asked 'What's your name son,' to which he responded quickly 'George sir, just George.' I nodded and proceeded towards the restaurant meeting to which i was already thirty minutes late for due to this interaction. 'Where are we going,' the kid said seeming to get his strength back after being pummeled by the muggers. Setting him down, sensing he could walk now i said quickly 'I'm late for a meeting with GodMother Marietta and Don Zoey. He was unable to hide his emotions and his jaw opened a bit in awe. The face clearly said 'Holy hell, you know Marietta and Zoey?' 'What?' I said to George, 'I'm a mafioso, they're leaders, we meet.' 'N-n-nothing sir i just know the sort of... business you guys are in that's all.' I chuckled at this and said 'Yeah kid? I just saved your life. You owe me.' George stopped in his tracks and replied, 'Well I'd like to... I'd like to uh. At least know your name sir.' He looked scared shit less and i tried calming him down 'Sammy, my name is Sammy. Listen, I'm not going to get you killed, I'm not going to make you join the mafia, I'm just having you accompany me to this business meeting.' As we approached the restaurant i realized both of our outfits were utterly unacceptable to be having a meeting with Marietta and Zoey. I glanced across the street at the destination we were heading for, and sighed. Taking a quick look at my watch i realized i was getting close to being an hour late. Hopefully they would understand. Making a detour into a shop, I realized that George probably did not have any money. 'Hey kid, how much cash do you carry?' He looked skeptical, 'Well, i did have about five grand on me before those muggers beat the shit out of me.' I smiled 'Why the hell does someone like you carry five g's around with them? Where did you find that kind of money anyway, you some kind of cop?' He shook his head no immediately and said 'No Sammy sir, i just sell... I sell... I sell cocaine alright?!' A few heads looked up at us from the counter, tailors measuring lengths of suits and the cashier putting some cash in the register. 'Woah woah kid, you can't be saying that sort of thing too loud, you're going to attract the fuzz.' I smiled and thought to myself, Christ this kid is going to be perfect. After getting his size, and mine measured, I paid for both of ours suits in cash. Needless to say the manager did not have a problem with this. My heart nearly stopped when i checked the time, i was almost two fucking hours late for my meeting with Marietta and Zoey. The meeting was for a business deal that was supposed to go on down by the docks later on. Lots of things like cocaine, and heroin, and televisions were supposed to be coming in, and some of that shipment was going to be... diverted into our hands. Quickly saying to George as we briskly walked across the intersection towards the restaurant, 'Listen kid, don't speak unless your spoken to, don't even breath too loud. It could mean your life, so just order your damn food, and sit there until i introduce you. Got it?' George nodded and we entered the restaurant. 'How may i help you today sirs,' the regular host greeted us. 'We're here for our meeting with Godmother Marietta and Don Zoey.' He nodded and looked at George, 'I'm afraid Sammy that I can't let him join you, you know the rules.' If looks could kill, my face would have sent that host six feet under. I snarled 'You'll let us BOTH in, or I'll see to it that your kids never reach double digits in age.' Of course, he let us in after that. Walking to the back corner of the restaurant, we attracted a lot of looks. Of course we did, George's face was bruised and swollen, and we were both wearing expensive suits. Who ever said crime didn't pay? Finally reaching the table, i bowed and George followed suit. 'So sorry for my delay GodMother. There is a long story behind it if you would be so kind as to listen.' |
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