-insert name here-'s Place and Everywhere Else ~ Geezerville

[Naamio]

Franco doesn't break his smirk as he walks over to her and hands her a glass.

Gattina, yous knows Franco. Franco word, ehh how yous say infrangibile. Nows hows abouts you tells me whats yous doin in my 'sino nows? Whats gots il mio gattina tails in a fluff? cool Franco knows yous can'ts stay aways, it's only naturals buts yous seem a little agitato.  

[katana68]

She took the glass from him and took a sip. She looked at him with tired eyes and tried to remember just how she had ended up in Vegas to begin with.

"I don't know, Franco. I just remember feeling like I had to get away from MW."

She looked down and swirled the champagne in her glass and tried to remember back to what had happened before she left.

"Nobody cares....they don't care if I'm there or not. The only one who showed he cared was Draa....he left me this knife as a gift at the bar one night."

As she spoke, she absently rubbed her thumb along the hilt of the knife strapped to her thigh.  

[Naamio]

Franco eyes lower to Katana's knees then up her thigh to the area she is rubbing. He takes the cigar from his hand and props it to his lip, let it dangle just so.

Yous don't say, seems Franco knows different gattina. Yous knows zitellona been inquirins 'bouts you. Yous sure yous not just fuori come un balcone? Some ones slips you somethin? Franco, he don't take 'tings like dis.

Franco sips from his glass not removing the cigar.  

[katana68]

She frowned when Franco mentioned Psy.

"Oh, she's just NOW getting around to asking about me? rolleyes And who in the hell could slip me something Franco! You've seen the security at the bar! stressed "

She drank a large sip of the champagne and turned her head away from Franco.  

[Icy Reign]

TRICK OR TREAT! twisted

TRICKS: 87

TREATS: 98  

[Naamio]

Ehh what's yous wants Franco to think ehh? Yous never called me by mines names since I's mets yous. Nows yous comin 'eres askin me's to ricovero si. When yous da one who used to tell Franco yous some kindas deadly tiratore scelto. Don't yous start actin like no rompicoglioni. talk2hand

Nows yous stop actin like some porca.

Franco turns back to the bar in the room and presses his cigar down in the marble ash tray.  

[katana68]

She stood up quickly and turned to glare at Franco.

"HEY! If you don't want me here, I'll leave! I've got money of my own, I can damn sure find somewhere else to stay! scream " She felt the rush of champagne hit her due to the fact that she had barely been eating since she had left Geezerville. She paused for a moment and took a deep breath before walking unsteadily towards the door of the penthouse.  

[Naamio]

Ehh gattina... You's got ones goon right 'ere to get through and theres mores right outsides... I's knows you can busto nasi, I's rather not 'ave you do its again. Whys don't yous relax ehh? Yous knows Franco ain't tellin yous to leave. No needs to fare il fesso, we both knows you just want Franco to come abbraccio, it's only naturals. Side's yous in no condition to walks outta 'ere. Yous already gots the upper 'and 'eres, no ones of us wants dis to finire in merda. Let Franco gets you some eats, si capisce?

Franco motions to the big dude at the door to phone room service, the goon complies without any verbal discourse.  

[katana68]

Her shoulders slumped in defeat, she slowly walked back to the couch and flopped down on it.

"Fine, get some food, but I'm not that hungry. stare "

She curled her legs back up under her and rested her hand back on the hilt of the knife, feeling at ease almost immediately knowing it was still safely strapped to her thigh.  

[Naamio]

Franco takes notice of the thigh caressing again, how could he not cool

Yous know gattina no arma gonna relieve yous stress, yous might as wells ditalino te if yous playin yous game wit Franco still. Dat might gives you more relieve that rubbin yous coltello elsa.

The food arrives shortly and the hotel staff are chaperoned in as they serve up some gourmet food around Katana. They are just as quickly shown back out after being tipped well.

Nows Franco gots some tings to dos, yous just sit tight and let Franco knows what yous need. Capirmi?
Boda' Bing

Franco snaps his fingers and his bodyguards enter back in and escort him out, shutting the door behind them leaving that same goon as before at the outside entrance to the room.  

[katana68]

She sat down and ate some of the food, but mainly pushed most of it around on her plate. Once she had finished eating, she felt the exhaustion of the past days finally catch up with her. She wandered through the penthouse and found what she assumed was the master bedroom.

She raked her fingers through her hair and stared at the giant bed that seemed to beckon to her. She stripped down and undid the holster from her thigh, slipping it under the pillow so that she could keep her hand on it as she slept.

She stretched out and then turned over on her side, snuggling under the silk sheets and fell asleep almost immediately, her hand under the pillow and on the hilt of the knife.  

[Psyzapp]

*William takes Psy to a small Irish Pub he knows of in a quaint part of town she doesn't recall ever being. He parks his Ferrari and sees the black sedan pull up behind them. Psy looks at the small place with the neon four leaf clover sign and then to her husband.* What's this? *She points to the small place.* Its one of my favorite Irish Pubs. They have the best Shepherds Pie in town. cool We'll have a nice quiet meal and Black & Tan. I'll introduce you to Shamus. wink *He gets out the Ferrari and the Italian men also exit their black sedan while William helps his wife out of his car.

They all enter the establishment and Shamus, who is tending bar, smiles wide and spread his arms as he recognizes and addresses William. surprised Why…if'n I live and take me last dyin breath! *William smiles and goes over to the bar extending a hearty handshake to Shamus while Psy stands with the two huge dark suited men behind her. William motions for Psy to join him and she carefully approaches while looking around at the small, fairly dingy place. Shamus, this is my wife, Pietrina. cool *Psy extends her hand and grins politely at the man. He takes note of her fancy handbag, how striking she is and the two suits with her. Shamus raises his eyebrows as it dawns on him that Dougherty did say "wife." He smiles at the pretty lady and shakes her hand. Well now. Isn't this a sight. Such a pretty lass. *Shamus motions for them to sit at the bar and she goes over to inspect the stool she's about to sit on while William gladly has a seat at the bar. The two suited men take a table right behind the couple and Psy pulls out a handkerchief to place on the stool before sitting.

Shamus burst out laughing when he sees Psy's caution and that she actually places a handkerchief down on the stool. rofl He pours two Black & Tans and places them in front of the couple.* There ya are. And just how did a fine lass like yourself get mixed up with this? wink *Shamus points at William and chuckles lol . She politely and carefully pushes the Black & Tan over to William.* I'm sorry, I can't have that. I'm pregnant. sweatdrop I'll just have a glass of iced water, please. *Shamus' jaw about falls onto the bar when he hears the news and a waitress makes sure the two seated gentleman in suits are ready to order. Shamus waggles his finger at William and shakes his head.* So I see you'd be a might busy. wink *William beams proudly cool and Shamus makes sure Psy is good and taken care of. He recommends a hearty well balanced fare…good for a Mother-to-be and refills her water glass multiple times. William has his Shepherd's Pie he's been craving and the couple have a very nice time in the quaint Irish Pub.

Once they are all finished, William picks up the tab and as they say their goodbyes and head out the door, Shamus calls out… Don't be a stranger. biggrin They get into their car, the Italian guys get into the black sedan and they head to MW.*  

[ThisEmptySoul]

*gleefully hurries to the door and delivers nudy magazines to the trick or treaters, much to the chagrin of everyone in the apartment, save for maybe Miro who is relieved that Vassnta hasn't learned to give them candy yet* ninja  

[lady ayami chan]

ThisEmptySoul

*gleefully hurries to the door and delivers nudy magazines to the trick or treaters, much to the chagrin of everyone in the apartment, save for maybe Miro who is relieved that Vassnta hasn't learned to give them candy yet* ninja

((I'm so sorry I offered to help you then I died last night, crying I'm the worst angel ever. I'm all better this morning though... I think it had to do with what I ate yesterday, I'm a sensitive digester *lays off the red cabbage - especially raw* ))  

[Naamio]

-Late Night into this Morning-

It was getting late, the drinks were piling up, and the ladies cool well the ladies were multiplying, both from double vision and in raw number. It had to be about 3am, actually maybe it was more like 4am at this point, but the "boys" decided to hold the after party up in the penthouse. It's only right to throw the best parties and do it in style. emotion_dealwithit

The entourage all pile into the elevator, the mass of girls all lay safely inside the holding security of the circling goons. There was a mass of arms, hands, hair, faces and legs as they made their way back for more drink and more gambling. Franco and his right hand man were acting very competitive at this point and pushing the girls a little too hard in their encouragement to win either of the Italian power house men's favor.

They set up a station in the penthouse, shots, cigars, drinks, cards... the whole who-ha. It didn't take long before one already highly intoxicated woman went well over her limit while trying her best to impress. Lucky for her she had an equally drunk "friend" who was just slightly more coherent to recognize the eminent disaster.

The clever woman slipped out and searched out the bathroom that would be least frequented to take her friend; finding one door that seemed to scream private quarters she found her destination. She carefully drug her friend in that direction then slipped inside. The room was dark but she could easily see the outline to the bathroom door. The two half clothed, drunk woman retreated to the bathroom, the one getting there none too soon for what came up and out.

The responsible friend soon found she could hardly keep her eyes open anymore after holding her friend hair, so she left the girl to rest on the bathroom floor with a towel under her head. She herself, forgetting this was not her room in her state of mind, undresses and climbs into the bed herself. Also forgetting her friend is actually in the bathroom she finds a familiar feminine shape in the bed and snuggles up to it and passes out.

Meanwhile the rest of the bunch, ties loosened up, jokes being made, cigar smoke so thick you couldn't seen a few feet across the room, end up passing out on various couches, while the security boys escort out any slightly more sober girls to thin out the room and leave less room for disaster later.