"Alright fresh start! So no running away kiddo. What do yous want to do tonight?"

He smiled as he spoke to her, he was going to try an entirely new approach with her, he had taken her for a threat and a tough girl, he figured he made a mistake. She was a kid who ended up in a hard life, but she had potential. He figured with the right guidance, she could go far with him in this organization. subconsciously he smoked away at his cigar, he felt good about how this meeting went. It could have gone real bad. 

She remained standing, and crossed her hands letting them rest on her tummy. She had no idea what she wanted to do, up to about an hour ago she had been planning on being on a train right now sound asleep in a cargo haul somewhere. Part of her wanted to go find a client, it was easy to forget your fuckups and problems when dealing with clients, or the other easy way out - get shit face drunk until you dont feel like your in the world anymore. But chances are neither of those were going to be an option right now. 

"I ... don't actually know Boss. Wasn't exactly thinking that far ahead... " she eventually replied to his question, unable to think of any real answer. She didn't want to ask to stay here, last time she had tried that it wasn't an option. She didn't want to go out and face the guards, after what she had done to gregs face.. surely they didn't think too highly of her anymore either, and socializing with a bunch of prostitutes wasn't exactly something she wanted to do in her down time. Whenever he chose to dismiss her she'd probably crawl up the stairs to her room and hide away until work tomorrow night. 

"Well, your welcome to work if thats what you choose to do, otherwise we can sit in here and talk if you'd like.  Don't worry about anybody thinking ill of you, Gregg was compensated for his workplace injury. Fresh start, right? You tell me what you'd like to do, then we can go from there."

He studied her face, while smoking away at his cigar subconsciously. Damn he loved the flavor and smell of these things. 

She reached out for the glass of bourbon that he had set aside for her at the beginning of the meeting. She took a small sip, and stared at the ice inside with exaggerated interested. Earlier she had wanted to stay here with Tommy for the evening, so she tried channeling the feelings she had before the night got all fucked up. But what would she do ? Sit there in silence? That wouldn't make for very good company.. 
 

"I'd like to stay here for now.. if thats okay.. " she took another swig from the bourbon. She decided that if it got to weird, she would just leave and find some random client. At least that way she could be useful and make him more cash.. 

Tommy nodded to her, standing up, he fished in his pockets, pulling out a large keyring. He searched through them, and found the right one, unlocking the office. He swung the door open, then walked across the office to the record player, he put on some music then took his seat back on his chair. 

"So Princess. Tell me all about yourself. I want to know you, really know you."

His speculations before had been wrong, he figured it would be best to just have her explain herself to him.

She watched him move, curious until he unlocked the door, giving her the freedom to leave now. Still, she sat still eyeing her bourbon and spinning the ice around the glass. She was silent for another little while as she gathered her thoughts. She usually never got close enough to anyone to tell them such intimate details of her life. Where would she even start? 

"Well.. I dont know much about my parents, so far as i'm told they were two opium addicts passing through liverpool when my mother gave birth. They couldn't take care of me, so they dropped me on the doorstep of the nearest orphanage with nothing but a blanket." she took out a third cigarette and lit it up. "Not that i really care about them.. I never really wished to know them or anything. I was probably better off where they left me really.. So! i was raised by sister Mary Theresa, and sister Margaret Abigail of the catholic church, but to me, bible humping shit is just stupid and i couldn't stand it. I was punished more than rewarded which made it hard to get adopted cause they made me out to be some sort of animal to potential parents because i didn't want to waste my time praying to some invisible man in the sky. So i stayed until i was legal age. When they no longer had any obligation to take care of me, they gave me 20 quid and a loaf of bread and sent me off to be someone else's problem..." 

She took a long drag on smoke followed  by another gulp of bourbon. "Thats when i met Henry. Seemed  like a sweet man, took care of me for a while. Taught me how to be the best little whore a man could ask for, he made crazy money off me and i got paid in food, shelter and clothing never money. He didn't think i needed anything else. When i started to protest, he started to force me to shoot up so I would be too fucked up to fight him. He kept me for 4 years, until he came home drunk one night with a handful of men, they did their usual and by the time they left i was starting to sober from the drugs, Henry wasn't done yet though, he got pissed cause all of his friends got to have their fun with me but he owned me and never did, lucky for me there was a screwdriver under the couch he had me pushed up against so that screwdriver wound up in his neck.." 

Sighing, Amelia sat back in her seat and drained the rest of the bourdon. "So, I'm wanted back home. Can never go back, or else i'll wind up in prison - which i have no intentions of going there.. so instead I hoped the boat and landed in New york just .. surviving I guess. Til i found detroit." She hated her little biography, it made her sound trashy, and worthless. How she wished she had a better story to tell.. 

"Its alright Princess, your among like company. I could tell when yous killed that asshole, that we were the same. When I was barely a man I murdered my father, that was the turning point in my life. I went on the run, became a petty criminal, it all eventually landed me here. But yous not the only one who found themselves spiraling into an unknown darkness, a life filled with violence, regret and anger. I'm here for yous, as a friend and as family, but also as a kindred spirit. But do me a favor Princess. Don't tell no one im a nice guy."

He chuckled and took another drag off of what was left of his cigar.

"I gotsa reputation to keep."

The fact that Tommy had killed people, didn't really come with much surprise. She knew he had blood on his hands, but she never expected that he would have killed his father. Then again, taking one look at Ame and no one would think she had as many notches in her belt either when it came to murder. 

The way he was acting was also helping ease her mind a bit, this was the side of Tommy she had been hoping to lure out since the moment they had met. "Don't worry Boss. Secrets safe with me..." she laid the empty glass on his desk and tapped in the ashtray. "So, can you tell me more about the family? I feel like i know nothing at all about this place.. and i think thats one of the reasons why ive been so uneasy.." 

"Sure thing. What would you like to know?"

The family was a broad subject, even he didnt know all there was to know. I mean hell, he was a mid level chump, he hadn't even been made yet. But he would tell her whatever she wanted to know within reason, if she didnt need to know something then she wouldn't hear it from him. He brought his cigar up to smoke on it, but realized there was nothing left. It had gone out, and was not much more then a stub. He groaned, getting up to grab another from his humidor, it had been one of those nights.

"Well i don't really know much of anything.. i met Arizona, she brought me here and thats my extent of the knowledge i have." She got up from her chair and walked over to look out the window, feeling to anxious to just sit still. 

"Like what is expected of me now that i'm in the family? And who exactly is part of the family.. How big are we ?  Will I get to meet others?" 

"The family is pretty large, and I guarantee yous will meet others eventually. Your just a little fish right now, and so yous wont draw a whole lot of attention. But no doubt everyone knows yous exist now, its how things work. Now there are rules. Yous do not fuck with anyone from the family. Yous do not leave the family, if you leave its because yous got permission or yous dead. If yous run away from the family, yous will be considered rogue and we will find yous and kill ya. I emphasize that because I know someone in this office likes to run away. Don't steal from the family, don't hurt anyone in the family, don't tell non family members anything about the family. Do as your told from superiors in the office, and especially watch your fucking manners around the higher ups. That should cover most of it.

He watched her looking out the window, he had always meant to get that window sealed up, maybe he wouldn't though. It gave him a means to clear the smoke from his office if he had a guest that didn't care for it.

Sully slipped through the front door, past the bouncer and found a booth style seat in the corner. He plopped down in it and began to pack his pipe, waiting for one of the waitresses to notice his presence. 

He'd been puffing on his pipe for nearly five minutes before one of the girls finally took note of the stack of smoke coming from the corner. She hurried over to him, a tinge of worry on her face. 

"Please, forgive me! I had no idea that anyone was sitting here. What can I get for you?"

Sully puffed on his pipe once more before answering. He wasn't an incredibly captivating man by appearance. He was a bit on the thin side, and a little tall too. He was handsome in the face by most standards but his physique often took away from that a bit. That didn't matter here though. He had his charming personality and his Irish accent, which the local women loved. 

"Dan'y worry about me da'rling. I'm quite easy to miss. Besides, I'd imagine that one as beautiful as yourself has a lot to take care of in a place like this." He winked. "I'll take a glass of whiskey, no ice, please."

The girl blushed slightly and hurried off to the bar. Sully continued to puff on his pipe.

After Tommy finished giving his "rules" speech to Amelia, he sent her off to work. She was proving to be quite the handful, but hey, it was what it was, he didn't mind her. He stepped out of his office to the bar, and caught sight of a familiar face. A new friend of his, Sully, he watched as Jane talked to him, most likely flirting, trying to coax him into paying for a night with her. She made her way over to Johnny, and ordered up a glass of whiskey. Johnny prepared to poor it, when Tommy stopped him, pointing to a shelf below the counter, his personal stash of the good stuff. 

"He gets the good stuff, remember his face."

Tommy told him, as he pointed Sully out for him, he beckoned Jane in closer.

"He aint got to pay for any drinks either tonight, he earned that, and Janey, Doll. If he wants a night, I'll cover it, premium rate, so you take real good care of him. Hes a good friend of mine."

After handing out instructions, he made his way to the Pit to go get himself two of his nicest cigars, the celebrating kind of cigars.

Sully continued to puff on his pipe, enjoying the dim lights, exposed breasts, and momentary quiet. Things had been exciting recently, very exciting, so he was due for some downtime. He perked up a bit when the beautiful Jane came walking over with a glass of whiskey in her hand. She slid the glass over gently, then climbed in the booth on her hands an knees, making her way over to him. Sully smiled lightly as she did.

"Is there anything else I can get for you, handsome? My name's Janey by the way" She said in a low, breathy voice.

Sully chuckled lightly, "As far as I can tell, darelin', I've got everything I need here."

He picked up the glass of whiskey and took a sip. He was immediately taken back by the flavor and smoothness. "Jesus, where'd yah get this? This is liquid gold!" He took another slip, delighted by the quality. Jane giggled. 

"The boss say's that you get the best, so that's what you get. That's his private stock."

Sully chuckled. He thought he managed to slip in unseen, but Tommy had a good eye. Well, at least while he had the best he would take advantage of that. 

 "So, Janey, tell me a bit about yerself."

Tommy hummed to himself quietly as he entered his walk in humidor, in the basement of the brothel. It was about the size of his bathroom, and had a few hundred cigars in it. This was one of his private passions, there was no way he could ever smoke all of these so it would be nice to share with someone who would appreciate it.  He picked two of his best out, and slowly made his way up the stairs, to the heavy steel door.

Janey smiled to Sully, he wasn't the best looking customer to ever come in, but she knew that Tommy paid better then the customers. Especially if Sully were real pleased with the night, she tried her best to look innocent as she spoke.

"I'm boring. Lets talk about you, the boss doesn't share his best whiskey with just anybody. Besides, you don't look like just anybody." She almost purred to him as she sat next to him.

"That's just it garl, I am nobody, and I plan to keep it that way. I helped your boss out, that's all." Sully took a sip from his whiskey. "And don't take this the wrong way darelin', your a beautiful girl and all, but I'm not looking for any extra servicing tonight." Sullivan pulled the pipe back up and took a long drag.

Janey was shocked for a moment. What would Tommy think of her if this Irishman didn't leave thinking he got the best. She bit her lower lip for a moment, and Sully took note. 

"Don't worry your little head off, pretty. I'll make sure yar boss knows that my intentions are for a quiet night."

Tommy shut the door behind him, he had a whiskey in one hand and two cigars in the other, he was heading for Sully's table when he was intercepted by Janey.

"Hey boss, your friend doesn't want any company tonight, do you mind if I go find someone else?"

Tommy hadn't expected that, but hey, to each their own. Maybe the girl was not to his liking, he did have many others.

"Alright hun, yous go find yourself some work, thanks for tryin."

He passed by her and made his way over to sully, sitting down, and immediately proffering up one of the cigars to his friend.

"Hey if yous didn't like Janey, There are plenty others. My house is your house tonight, smoke one of these up, you wont regret it."

He wasted no time in lighting his cigar and smoking it. He didn't know why he never smoked these, the special occasions he saved them for never came. 

Sully emptied his pipe and stuck it back into his pocket. 

"Shes a right good looking girl, mate, but I'm a swarn man. My heart belongs to another, an' I'd rather not get me self into trouble."

He clipped the end of the cigar off and lit it, taking a few big puffs to make sure it was good to go. 

"I appreciate the offer though, don't get me wrong. You've got quite the establishment here."

Tommy smiled genuinely, he knew the type, though he hadn't pegged sully for one.

"I understand, I can respect that. My own little slice of heaven. Booze, drugs and tail. Whatever a man could want, can be found here. Got some gambling upstairs too, if thats your thing. "

There were a few card games going right now, maybe even some dice.

Sully mulled it over. He had a knack for gambling back in Ireland, but he hadn't taken it back up since he came to the state. He'd never really had the money for it until now. 

"What kind of gambling are we talkin' about?"