Andrea Angotti (home): Andrea moves quietly about her apartment, making sure all of Nadia's toys are picked up and put away. Now and again she drifts to the mirror, checking the fall of her loose hair as it settles around her powerful shoulders. She's dressed in a nice pair of jeans and a button down shirt, the sleeves rolled above her elbows, the buttom five buttons undone to show off her navel ring.

Craven : Craven arrives home early for a change for the little dinner, he's dressed in jeans, boots, and his sweater of dusky brown. Back to that fetish again it seems. He looks around to see how things are coming along.

Andrea Angotti (home): "Hi, baby," she says, kissing him softly. The house smells like good old fashioned home cooked italian.

Francesco Giardini: The silver Jetta pulls up outside the building, and out he steps. The man is dressed to the nines, as always, in his charcoal Italian wool suit and white shirt with a red tie to complete the ensemble. A tan trench coat and a scarf completes the ensemble. He hits the automatic keylock and makes his way toward the door.

Craven : He smiles to the woman more and gives her a hug as he kisses her. "Smells good."

Andrea Angotti (home): "Its been a while since I've cooked so lets hope I didn't ruin my grandmother's recipe," she says, leaning into Craven, her muscles tense with nervousness.

Craven : He pats her back gently. "I'm sure it will be great."

Andrea Angotti (home): "No throating my friend," she says teasingly, staring up at Craven with frank adoration.

Francesco Giardini: He comes up to the door of the apartment, knocking three times in quick succession...not faint, but hardly forceful, either. He settles back to wait, looking down both sides of the hallway briefly as he does.

Andrea Angotti (home): Hearing the knock she bites her lip and then extricates herself from Craven to move to the door. She peeks out the little hole and then opens it. "Hey, Frankie."

Craven : "Oooh, okay." and he smirks as he watches her as she goes to the door.

Francesco Giardini: "Hey, Andrea. How you doin'?" He takes a step in, reaching to hug her with a warm smile to his face.

Andrea Angotti (home): She hugs him back and kisses him softly on the lip before taking his hand and tugging him towards Craven. "Craven, this is Francesco Giardini. Frankie, this is my Mate, Craven."

Craven : Craven nods to Frankie as he watches him, looking him over for a long moment and then offers his hand to the man.

Francesco Giardini: He returns the kiss, and moves along to close the distance to the other man, regarding him appraisingly for just a moment. No hostility, though perhaps a hint of nerves. He smiles politely at Craven and extends his hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Craven."

Andrea Angotti (home): Andy steps away from the men and moves into the kitchen, with quick steps, to check the spagetti sauce.

Craven : And he continues to watch Frank. "It is good to finally meet you."

Francesco Giardini: "And the same to you." He nods a little, shaking the offered hand with a good, business-like grip. "Been lookin' forward to meeting you."

Andrea Angotti (home): Andrea stirs the sauce, sampling it before adding a touch more seasoning.

Craven : Craven nods to him and then looks around. "I'm not sure how long it will be until it is ready."

Andrea Angotti (home): "A good thirty minutes," she calls, chuckling as she recovers the pot.

Francesco Giardini: He looks up to Andrea, and smiles a little bit. That gave plenty of conversation time. His hands go to fold behind his back, waiting to be directed where to sit.

Andrea Angotti (home): "Coffee, tea, wine or me," she asks the men, trying for playful.

Craven : Craven motions over to the living room area, taking a seat in an armchair and letting Frankie decide where he wants to sit. Of course there is a couch, love seat, another similar chair.

Francesco Giardini: He grins at Andrea's question. "Wine for now, thanks." He moves to take a seat on the couch.

Andrea Angotti (home): She nods, chuckling and glances to Craven.

Craven : "Wine would be fine." he says with a little smirk over to Andrea.

Andrea Angotti (home): She sticks her tongue out at him and pours a coffee and two glasses of redwine. The glasses are carried carefully in one hand, the coffee in another. Frank, being a guest, gets his coffee first and then she hands Craven his wine before moving to curl into the other chair.

Craven : "Thank you." he says to Andrea before looking back to Frankie. "So how are you enjoying New York?"

Andrea Angotti (home): ((JEEZUS! I can't read! Everyone gets WINE!))

Francesco Giardini: He takes the wine with a grateful smile and nod to Andrea. "Thank you." A look goes back to Craven, and he shrugs a little, settling back. "It's a bit of a change from D.C...good and bad. Overall, though, I gotta say, I'm likin' it."

Andrea Angotti (home): Andy curls a powerful leg beneath her and sips at her wine.

Craven : He nods slightly at what Frankie says and then looks over to Andrea for a moment as he enjoys some of his wine.

Andrea Angotti (home): She smiles adoringly to Craven, rubbing the glass against her lips. "Frankie and I met at church."

Francesco Giardini: A little nod and a grin. "Saint Pat's...ain't no church like it I've seen around here. Definitely one of the good things about the city, I'll tell you."

Craven : He nods some as he looks between them quietly for a long moment. "It is good then that you two have something in common."

Andrea Angotti (home): She stands and moves from her chair and into Craven's lap, curling her arm around his neck as her foot stretches out to lightly touch Frankie's knee. "He's a good jungle gym for your daughter."

Francesco Giardini: He grins some at mention of Nadia, honest warmth coming into his eyes at mention of the little girl. "She's a good kid." No visible tension or anything at sight of Andrea moving over to Craven's lap...he seems quite accepting of the situation.

Francesco Giardini: "So Andrea tells me your pack runs a gentleman's club," he says. "Doin' well for you guys so far?"

Craven : Craven didn't seem to expect Andrea to come and sit on his lap like that, but he doesn't resist as he slips an arm around her waist. "Yes, she is."

Andrea Angotti (home): She grins lazily and kisses Craven's jaw, whispering in his ear.

Craven : He nods some at whatever she whispers to him, watching Frankie though all the while as he rubs Andrea's tummy some. "Yes, we do and it has been pretty popular so far."

Andrea Angotti (home): "Frankie still hasn't set foot in the Club. I think he's scared," she says, chucking, wriggling happily at the tummy rubs.

Francesco Giardini: He chuckles. "I'd love to stop by. But the holiday season's never good for the state of my free time, especially while I'm getting settled up here."

Andrea Angotti (home): "Excuses, excuses," she teases, foot tapping against Frankie's thigh.

Francesco Giardini: "Hey, if you saw the morons I had to work with, you'd understand. Just now gettin' someone who might be remotely competant in the front office for my reception work." He grins and pats her ankle a little.

Craven : "And what type of work do you do?" he asks to Frankie.

Andrea Angotti (home): Andy's eyes roll slightly as she realizes what Craven's wanting to know.

Francesco Giardini: "I'm doin' some work for the family, tryin' to fix up some of the importing businesses that've gotten a bit out of whack. Set it right, make sure things are runnin' properly."

Craven : "That is admirable of you." he says with a bit of a smile to Frankie as he pats Andrea's hip some.

Andrea Angotti (home): "He's good at keeping men in line," she says, chuckling, resting her head against Craven's shoulder.

Francesco Giardini: "Thanks. S'what I do," he says with a shrug. "And I got my work cut out for me, I can tell ya." That last said with a good-natured shake of his head.

Francesco Giardini: "Mostly just good at yellin'," he counters Andrea with a smile, swirling his glass a little before taking a sip of the wine.

Andrea Angotti (home): "I dunno, I thought your threatening to tack your cousin into a pine box was rather inspired."

Craven : "Never easy being a leader." the man says with a slight sniff to the air.

Francesco Giardini: A grin to Andrea before he looks to Craven at his words. "No. No, it ain't." He nods slowly in agreement to the man.

Andrea Angotti (home): "My poor boys," she murmurs, smiling.

Craven : He smirks some to her. "Um, thanks."

Francesco Giardini: "It's a rough job, but someone's gotta do it, eh?" A smile hits his face to match the woman's, though his attention and the words are diredted to Craven.

Andrea Angotti (home): She grins at Craven and licks his lips. "You're both born leaders."

Francesco Giardini: Another sip of his wine, seeming not at all inclined to disagree with Andrea. "I gotta say, Craven...you done good here, from what I can see. Got Andrea well-taken care of...and Nadia, too. Yer a good guy."

Craven : "Indeed." he says with a nod, then glances more to Andrea. "So what are we having tonight?"