Bristles crack on the paved sidewalk outside of Brennan's as Tammy clears away the debris and garbage accumulated during the day. She leans on her broom and looks towards the strip, or what she can see of it from her little corner of the world. She saw older characters, enjoying retirement, youthful men and women managing their business and then a young chap, still in awe of the bright lights and sinful temptations on offer. 

Propping the broom on the bar, she approaches him and leans on the nearest wall. 

"Hey, boy."

His attention is caught by the young woman. Her amber eyes welcoming yet ominous. 

"You need to find yourself a crew, fast. How long have you been workin' the streets in this part of town?"

He mumbles a response, however it was as Tammy feared. 48 hours. 

"Let me tell you somethin' boy. Yesterday I saw this young Goomba, much like yourself, pinchin' purses and slingin' units, also not represented. I reached out to him, advised him he would do well to find himself a job before he was caught without a sponsor."

She flips out a smoke.

"You know what he said?"

She stops and waits, the curiousity building in the boy was almost audible. Her cigarette lights and she blows a column of smoke. 

"Well I'll never know. He died not long after I approached him. Shot clean through tha' chest."

She holds up two fingers in the shape of a pistol. Between them is the cigarette. 

"Bam."

The boy turns white, watching her fingers as smoke rises from the smoldering tip. 

"Now tell me boy, do you tink' I should be bitter or resentful that someone took a shot at him instead of trying to introduce him to this life? Or do you believe that tha' shot was fair, arguin' that we have enough guidelines, tutorials and warnin's in place that the boy should have known better?"

The boy was trembling. She most likely was not going to get a response from him. 

Romance notices the boy trembling as TabithaGato speaks to him..... he puts a comforting arm around him....

"Yes I know.... it's an alarming sight... but this is the mafia, not a beauty pageant.  If you are this troubled by this woman's face to the point you are literally shaking in fear, then maybe you aren't cut out for a life of crime........ besides... a woman's true beauty is on the inside... and if there's one thing I know... it's inside a woman...

Anyway... in the time it takes for a thug to work his or her way up to goombah, you would think something would have eventually clicked that they should find a crew to represent them. We can't have people making money without the bosses getting a piece.  This is made pretty clear from the get-go.  I suppose it's somewhat noble that you took the time to try to assist, but clearly you would have benefited more by adding the notch to your gun, rather than somebody else beating you to the punch.

Romance takes Tabitha's calloused and man-like hands into his own...... the breeze blowing through his magnificent hair...

Pardon my interruption...... I will let you get back to sweeping and patting yourself on the back...... until we meet again my dear......

Romance brings her hands to his lips and kisses them softly.... politely...... he prays that nobody saw him do this.....

"We are clearly motivated by different aspects of this life then, mista. I find much more value in an individual who is properly introduced into 'dis world than a notch to my weapon."

She pulls her hand away and sterilises. 

"If building a big gun is what makes you feel like a big successful member of this life, then go get your crew leader to pat you on the back for having done so."

She giggles and turns back to the boy. 

"Though from what I've heard, I hope for his bosses sake it's bigger than his other little gun."

Tenley ran her fingers through her hair as she thought about the question posed. She took herself into account and how close she had come to being exactly like that youngster.

"In all honesty I don't think you should be resentful or bitter about it. There are plenty of warnings and I am more than sure given my own experiences that people would likely approach them if they were around long enough pinching purses or robbing banks. While it is always sad to see people's lives ended, we do have many ways that they are warned though."