"...Or not, so it seems."

Tammy chirps, twirling a coin between her fingers. She is stood on a corner of the Vegas strip, there are a handful of influential Las Vegas goombas sat at a nearby cafe, and a few others loitering on the hood of a vehicle. Gato is wearing a long skirt which floats just above her ankles as she moves. A large portion of her short sleeve blouse is sheltered beneath the dark locks of her hair and her moss green apron hangs loose form her waist.

"I can't say dat' I'm impressed with how well the business district is doin' in Vegas. It's dire, in a word. Maybe it's just me, the spirit for these things is something I encourage and nurture, not just in myself, but others too."

She looks down the street. Just around the corner was the Strip, a hive of activity which featured casinos, clubs, bars, brothels, diners and restaurants. All of which generated valuable experience and street smarts for the average mobster. There was an obvious mafia presence in the capital, you couldn't go far without noticing one of the Godfather's regimes on patrol. 

"Don't get me wrong, business is great in Vegas. The powers that be are obviously workin' to keep Vegas strong and secure. The business district is our responsibility to maintain though, not tha' Godfathers."

She flips the coin in the air, it spins seductively and glistens in the Nevada sun, landing neatly in her palm.

"So, I'm gonna' stoke that particular fire, startin' with my own place. The next ten or so 'appearances' I make at Brennan's Cellars will involve a small giveaway of these."

She flips her coin once more, it chimes as it whirls through the air and finds the hand of a lucky passerby.

"It's not much, but it's a start. If it's a success I'll be doin' it again, or more frequently, but it's not somethin' I can sustain. My goal here is to wet the appetites of our more chattier associates, build some bonds and try to give the city the business district it deserves to reflect the population."

She nods and smiles sweetly, stepping back.

"Also, don't try and test me. Half-fecked appearances by people will be ignored or removed from the premises and I'll be offerin' my wealth to those which effectively contribute. Those that visit me, I'll be travellin' the country to return the favour, and probably empty my pockets there, too."

Belle was wondering the streets again, something she'd found herself doing more often of late, when she spotted a woman she'd met just recently, spinning a shiny coin as she spoke about energizing the business district in Las Vegas.

“I, for one, would happily vouch for Ms. Gato here and her business, Brennan's Cellars. I had the fortune of stumbling upon it one particularly stressful day while I was traveling and Ms. Gato here was a wonderful owner who made me feel right at home. I encourage everyone to stop by for a drink; I plan to do so myself as soon as I get back out there. Who knows, you might even make a new friend.”

The brunette woman smiled warmly at Tammy, winking as she claimed the gold coin for herself.