It was just another day for Tony Capazzo Jr. He was sitting at the local bar having a sip of his whiskey and reading a newspaper. Paulie parked Tony's car, the Pierce Silver-Arrow, then too made his way inside the establishment. Tony offered him a drink and signaled to the bartender.

"A glass of whiskey for my friend here please."

The bartender nodded and quickly got Paulie's drink together. He passed it to him with a napkin on the bottom and another just in case. Tony and Paulie raised there glasses.

"Salud."

With that they clinked it together. Tony took a sip and as always it was perfect. He folded his newspaper and started to converse with Paulie.

"So it seems that the shipment will be coming in tonight or tomorrow night."

Paulie's eyes open surprised.

"Really? Already? That was pretty quick boss."

Tony nodded.

"Yeah, it didn't come cheap either but I have to be fully stocked. I got a few crates. I am gonna have the finest collection of liquor, wine, champagne, beer...you name it Paulie and we'll have it."

Paulie smiled.

"That's great. I'll let the other guys know and get them together so we can load the truck when the shipment comes in."

Tony took another sip of his whiskey then continued.

"Ok good Paulie but remember wait for my word."

"You got it boss."

Tony and Paulie were sorting out the particulars of a big shipment coming in. Tony had struck a deal with some guys to bring in some large crates of booze to stock for his new place opening up in a few weeks. Although it was early to be ordering, Tony was able to get the quantity he was looking for all at once. The price wasn't cheap but Tony was all about convenience for this deal and getting everything in bulk was his number one priority. He had instructed Paulie to get three other guys to help out with the move. Tony had made sure he met these guys and given each of them his usual warning so they didn't fuck up.

Amongst the conversation a man walked into the bar. He didn't look like he was part of the life. No, this was no mafioso. He was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt. His hear was unkempt and he walked into the bar with anger on his face. Once he was in the bar he made his way to the center and yelled out.

"Who's fuckin car is that!!!?"

The man was pointing directly at Tony's Pierce Silver-Arrow. Tony could hear the man but didn't bother turning around. Paulie nudged Tony however.

"Boss he's talking about your car."

Tony shrugged.

"Eh, when a baby cries you don't always pick it up right? Fuck that guy, I have no time for small timers."

Tony just brushed it off and the man kept on shouting out obscenities.

"You fancy fucks and your high priced cars. You think you are hot shit? Don't you know us common men built these places you live in?"

The man kept looking and asking, asking and looking for the owner of the vehicle. Finally he spotted Tony. The man noticed Tony was wearing a very expensive suit and started approaching Tony. Tony not paying him any mind continued drinking his whiskey and his back was turned to the man. The man finally got up to Tony and extended his arm but before he could make any contact Paulie got up and grabbed his arm.

"The fuck are you doing?"

Paulie yelled to the guy. Tony then slowly turned around. He surveyed the guy from top to bottom. Definitely not a mafioso, not dressed like that Tony thought. Tony every so calmly spoke.

"Paulie, please let go of the gentleman's hand."

Paulie looked at Tony and Tony nodded. Paulie then released the man's hand but stood there in the event he had any other bright ideas. Tony then continued.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

The man looked at Tony in disgust.

"I don't need your fuckin drink! I don't need your pity alochol. Is that your god damn car outside or not?"

Tony once again calmly took a sip of his whiskey. He then leaned over sarcastically and looked at his car.

"Well yes, I believe that is my car."

The man went to go speak again but Tony raised his hand stopping him.

"Please before you continue, I don't need a wash, it's fine."

The man's eyes widened at the blatant disrespect by Tony.

"You motherfu-"

He took a step toward Tony but Paulie once again got in the way.

"Yeah tough guy are you walking around with bodyguards and shit. Listen, I am not going to fuck you up in this bar. No, I wouldn't do that to this place. I'll tell you what...I am not even going to beat the shit out of you. Nah, why hurt my knuckles on your face?"

Tony continued listening and shrugged sarcastically. The man continued on.

"Here is what we are going to do. That car out there...you are not FIT to have that car. It should be wrapped around someone who knows a thing or two about cars. A person who is a racer. A person who can handle that power. Me."

Tony smiled.

"Oh you want to buy it?"

Tony once again was letting out the sarcasm. The man only got more irritated.

"You son of bitch!"

Paulie then got enraged and grabbed the man by his shirt. The man tried to pull his hands away. Tony tapped Paulie lighly on his chest.

"Paulie, Paulie...loosen up will ya. Take it easy on the gentleman."

There was nothing more Paulie wanted to do then drive this man's face in through ground but he listened to Tony and loosened up. Tony realized they could easily put this man 6 feet under but this wasn't the time or place for any of that. Things like this could always be dealt with. The man wasn't skipping town. There would be ample time to deal with it the RIGHT way. For now though Tony had other ideas.

"Ok sir, apparently you have a issue. So what we can do to resolve this?"

"Listen, like I said you don't deserve that car. What do you really know about cars anyway other then flashing your money around and buying them? Nothing...right? Right?"

Tony really didn't know shit about cars and indeed was flashing his money around and buying them. He smirked and raised his glass to the man sarcastically again.

"Aye, you know me well!"

The man shook his head in disgust and spoke.

"Here is what we are going to do, we are going to have a race. In that race I am going to completely obliterate you. Once I do that...that bad boy outside is MINE."

Tony took a sip of his whiskey and looked at the man.

"You want to...race me....for my car?"

The man nodded and Tony laughed.

"Is this what you do? You waltz into bars and challenge people to race?"

Tony continued laughing and Paulie joined in. The man felt like an idiot because when it boiled down to it that is exactly what he was doing. Tony then peered outside to look at the man's car. He had asked him which was his and the man pointed to a Auburn Speedster. Tony immediately was in awe. It was the VERY model his father had once owned. Tony smiled.

"Give me one second."

Tony got up and went to the back, he asked the owner to use his phone. The man went to follow Tony but Paulie quickly stopped him. A few moments passed by and Tony came back. He sat and took another sip of his whiskey.

"So you want to race?"

The man nodded.

"Car for car...is that the deal?"

The man nodded once again.

"Okay then we have a deal."

The man started smiling from ear to ear. He was eager to take the Pierce Silver-Arrow of Tony's hand. He started explaining all the rules and location to Tony. Tony listened and continued sipping his whiskey. He then reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a cigar and lit it. The man then turned to him.

"Let's go...let's do this."

Tony took a puff of his cigar and raised his hand.

"I said we have a deal. There will be a race."

The man angrily yelled to Tony.

"OK SO LET'S GO RACE!"

Tony shook his head 'no' and smiled.

"Not with me....with him."

Tony pointed outside as BigBlock pulled up to the bar.