Felisa Espinosa: d10: up and at &#;em! : 3,7,4,6,10,

Nathaniel Dikastis: He gives Harold a hard look, then orders another beer. His world getting turned upside down at the moment.

Harold Erickson: Harold grabs the seat, throwing his head back. "Do I have to follow the rules to keep you doing that, or are you off the clock?"

Gunther [Hard Times]: Gunther continues to rock out, thrashing over to where Spit is on stage and running gruff knuckles over the man's bleach blode hair.

Andrea Angotti: Seeing how uptight Nate is getting, she moves away from Harold and cuddles up against the boy's back, curling her arms over his shoulders. "Relax, baby."

Felisa Espinosa: She's getting faster. More importantly, she's getting used to combat conditions. Felisa was up with a twist and roll, back in the mix. The lesson: Mass is important, but speed helps quite a bit.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He suddenly steps away from the stage and moves to the pit, needing to feel the contact of others, needing the pain.

Eugenia Phelps: She's rocking out right with him, smiling brightly.

Harold Erickson: "Oh..SHIT."

Nathaniel Dikastis: d10: Sex/Athletics: 1,4,4,2,2,7,

Spitfire: He is fuckign getting down and playing, thrashing all over the stage to Gunther lyrics, he has NO fucking idea what is being said but DAMN is it good!

Gunther [Hard Times]: (*giggles*)

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Er... Dex... *Hides face* Oh hell, not only a botch, but a REALLY fucked up typo)

Spitfire: d10: Dance: 9,4,1,8,8,9,4,7,

Spitfire: ((LOL))

Nathaniel Dikastis: (*watches silently as Nathaniel ends up getting up smushed)

Harold Erickson: Harold gets up and stumbles his way to the bathroom.

Gunther [Hard Times]: As soon as Nathaniel jumps in the pit, he's plummeled by a massive metal head. Knocked flat on his ass. Here come those boots again..

Andrea Angotti: Andy bites her lip hard as Nate stumbles into the pit. "Jesus fucking Christ! Nathaniel!"

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 10,8,7,4,8,

Andrea Angotti: Andy moves for the pit, snarling.

Andrea Angotti: d10: Dex Ath: 5,9,7,5,8,

Felisa Espinosa: "Oh shit..."
Was that who she THOUGHT it was? Boy was gonna get turned into bloody oatmeal, literally. Felisa started weaving through the masses, seeing if the man needed to be hoisted back up. Plucky little Puerto Rican...

Gunther [Hard Times]: Gunther smirks from his position on stage. Aww.. the teeny boy get knocked the fuck down.. go figure. Hey look, felisa's the flash!

Nathaniel Dikastis: He gets knocked down, but tries to get back up. Determination on his half drunk face.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: dex+ath: 6,8,7,8,7,

Eugenia Phelps: d10: per+alert: 8,2,2,2,

Eugenia Phelps: She's..rocking out too hard to notice too terribly much.

Andrea Angotti: "Nathaniel Dikastis!" Andy's trying to get to him, shoving her way through the mosher's, her arms thickening as the adrenaline starts pumping.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He hears her tone and turns his head, not noticing if someone is fixing to slam into him.

Gunther [Hard Times]: Already in the pit, Felisa worms her way to Nathaniel before Andrea can get there.

Gunther [Hard Times]: d10: mosh slam: 1,6,4,9,7,

Harold Erickson: Given all the .. stimulation... Harold doesn't take long in there before he's back out and heading back to their table, but noticing everyone else gone.

Gunther [Hard Times]: d10: bashing damage: 8,8,7,2,4,

Felisa Espinosa: d10: get him up n&#; movin&#;: 4,5,6,8,9,

Andrea Angotti: Andy's still fighting her way through the crowd, definitely not above using an elbow or steel toed boot to make it easier to get to Nate if she has to.

Nathaniel Dikastis: (not knowing but figuring) He is getting a good thrashing, but seems obvious to it, he is more than slightly buzzing.

Gunther [Hard Times]: (nate, soak 3 bash. doooooooo it. *G*) It doesn't take long for Andrea to plow her way over. Afterall, poor boy never made it more than five steps.

Eugenia Phelps: Nia's still obliviously rocking out with her beer, still wearing her coat.

Harold Erickson: d10: Find &#;em?: 9,6,3,9,1,3,

Gunther [Hard Times]: The song dies down. Gunther smirks to Spitfire. "Ya have enough yet, teeny?"

Joshua Coil: *Big, bad, and angry enters - he doesn't look like he fits into this scene, at ALL. Despite his rather casual jeans and blue tee shirt, with the jean jacket thrown overtop somewhat lazy, everything about him doesn't fit here. No fear of the bodyguard, legit I.D.... and yet, no offensive slogans on his shirt, no spikey collar.*

Harold Erickson: Oh, Porn star is moshing? He heads down to the pit.

Nathaniel Dikastis: d10: Soak: 8,2,

Andrea Angotti: She reaches down to haul him up. "Nathaniel! Get up!"

Andrea Angotti: d10: Dex ath - standing?: 5,8,5,10,10,

Joshua Coil: d10: per+alert: 8,5,3,3,5,

Gunther [Hard Times]: (Nathaniel gets a parting gift! 2B.)

Joshua Coil: *It's hard to see around here. Smoke, dancing. He growls at someone who drunkenly bumps into him on his way to the bar to find a place to sit.*

Felisa Espinosa: "I gotcha man, just swing and move, swing and move."
The grin on her face was downright maniacal. Now this was an adventure; the Hardy Boys weren't shit in comparison. The little woman started clearing a path around and ahead, pushing, shoving, darting like a hornet.

Gunther [Hard Times]: Andrea has no problems holding her own in the masacre and effortlessly hauls the poor guy to his feet.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: dex+ath: 9,2,9,1,8,

Nathaniel Dikastis: He coughs a bit, clinging to Andrea now. "Shit..." He hadn't expected that.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: You think Joshua doesn't fit. The guy who enters not long after him REALLY doesn't...in dress, anyway. He makes his way in, nodding tot he bouncer before he looks around. He's perfectly comfortable in this setting, despite his mode of dress.

Lean and hungry. Poised and dangerous. That’s the words that come to mind when looking upon him. He cuts a striking figure, standing just under six feet and weighing around 160 to 170 pounds. He has a full face, just a hint of tan to otherwise fair skin, frame by shortly cropped, brown hair, a professional cut. Brown eyes carry a look of cocky intelligence to them…this isn’t some mook off the street, this man was born into greatness, and he knows it. He’s dressed in a Italian wool suit, charcoal grey, with vest and a silk tie. Black cap shoes complete the ensemble. He’s got an attitude to him…a look that’s not quite arrogance, not quite simple confidence, but somewhere in between. The world is his…it just needs to realize it.

Andrea Angotti: She narrows her eyes at Nathaniel, letting him cling as she hauls their happy asses out of the pit. "I am so going to kick your scrawny little ass, Nathaniel Dikastis! You scared the shit out of me!"

Felisa Espinosa: ((Wha? I didn't getta do nuffin? Aw man...))

Gunther [Hard Times]: (for the newcomers catching the tail end of the show, the neo-nazi currently has 8 sux ona rockout. I'm proud of the lug. *G* And Felisa.. You've gotten plenty in the mosh pit. Shush. Thhhpt)

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: d10: Per+Alert: 4,9,3,8,

Nathaniel Dikastis: Hurting in his ribs he looks up to Andrea. "But... I did okay before... wasn't no... big deal. Shit... this sucks." Holds his ribs.

Spitfire: He grins "Hey Gun, you are the FUCKING MAN!" He howls moving over to the mike. "But hell, might as well give it a fucking go." He looks to Gunthers band "Give me a nice riffs, a good beat and try to keep up with the changes alright." He grins fingers start on the guitar in a punk beat

Joshua Coil: *He watches the group running into one another. That's weird. He arches an eyebrow. Now... where WAS the little girl?*

Harold Erickson: Ohh... damn. Bad choices. He can either be his usual self and let him stumble back on his own, or offer to help and maybe get in with the porn star hottie. As much as it grates on him.. "Here, Let me help." OK, he is scrawny though, and won't be much help.

Nathaniel Dikastis: Hurting in his ribs he looks up to Andrea. "But... I did okay before... wasn't no... big deal. Shit... this sucks." Holds his ribs.

Spitfire: d10: Dex & Perf: 9,3,6,7,6,3,3,

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: Those brown eyes, alert for him, pick up on Andy hauling Nathaniel out of the pit. Ahh, she's in Den Mother mode. He smirks a little bit and makes his way to the bar.

Andrea Angotti: "You're drunk," she mutters, stepping clear of the pit, the boy craddled against her side. "Does it hurt to breath or do you just feel bruised?"

Spitfire: d10: Cha & Perf ((WP)): 8,10,9,2,8,4,

Gunther [Hard Times]: Gunther smirks and hops off the stage to let Spit do his thing. Grinning like a madman. Ja.. top that bitch boy. He tromps back over to Nia.

Nathaniel Dikastis: (sorry, it didn't load the first time for some reason) He gets out of the pit, feeling like shit, and embarrassed all to hell.

Eugenia Phelps: She grins as Gunther heads back over to her, turning a little to order another beer for himk.

Joshua Coil: *He bellows for a vodka, his croaking voice relatively unpleasant, but the drink is served rather rapidly.*

Andrea Angotti: d10: per alert: 2,7,5,

Felisa Espinosa: d10: dex+ath: 8,4,6,9,9,

Andrea Angotti: Its hard not to spot Josh. "COIL!"

Nathaniel Dikastis: "It sorta hurts, but.. I'm gonna be okay." Shit, he could coughing up a lung and wouldn't admit it.

Gunther [Hard Times]: Gunther gives a menacing grin to Nia, tromping up and giving her coat a hefty tug in his direction. "How bout you take yer coat off. Stay a while." He says with a cocky smirk. Nothing like a good set..

Gunther [Hard Times]: d10: per+alert: 6,4,7,7,10,4,

Joshua Coil: d10: per+alert: 3,7,5,8,5,

Harold Erickson: Nate: "Let me see your ribs." He gets an all serious look on his face.

Eugenia Phelps: She gasps a little at the tug before leaning up to give him a kiss. "All right, I'll take my coat off as soon as you let it go."

Andrea Angotti: "I'm going to make Craven put you over his knee and I am so going to watch," she mutters menacingly, her expression fiercely protective.

Joshua Coil: *His head lifts at the sound of his name, and he looks over to Andy. He huffs.* You ran off. You make it impossible to do my job, woman.

Gunther [Hard Times]: Gunther looks over to Josh with a hard squint. Suspiscious. He gives a subtle incline of the chin. Afterall.. Sady said things were cool now.

Felisa Espinosa: Well she's gotta stay in for at least one punk song, and she holds her own and then some. A little slip, earlier, a reminder to be careful, but considering the bodies and all the chaos she's a superstar out there, the Spud Webb of moshing. There's a mad howl of joy as she thrashes and hops about.

Spitfire: "Hail Satan!" He starts thrashing about the beat fast and puckish, really fast "IF YOU WANNA SUCK MY COCK, IF YOU WANNA SUCK MY COCK, IF YOU WANNA SUCK MY DICK.... I sneak up and hit you like a fucking Superman, better sit back and be a Lois Lane, cos your nothing but a bitch!" He starts singing away and even though his lyrics are obscene.... fuck he actually sounds good

Joshua Coil: *He, however, avoids looking at the skinhead. Okay they may be. HE still CLEARLY doesn't like the guy.*

Andrea Angotti: She grins wickedly at Josh over Nate's head. "And you love it, hot stuff," she says before glancing at Harold. "You got EMT training or something?"

Nathaniel Dikastis: "What?! Don't tell Craven! I was just... shit!"

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He looks over as Andy comes up to Joshua, eyebrow raising. So THAT'S Coil.

Andrea Angotti: "I could let Josh spank you," she says with sugary sweetness, eyes flicking to the big man.

Joshua Coil: *He huffs slightly, and turns, to throw back his vodka.*

Harold Erickson: "I was on my way to being a doctor before I got... sidetracked. Now I can either check your ribs here, or outside."

Gunther [Hard Times]: Gunther lets go of the woman's coat and slumps down on the stool next to her. Leaning heavily back against the bar.

Eugenia Phelps: She slides out of her coat, wearing an almost indecently short mini-skirt, stockings, boots instead of heels, and a tight, black long-sleeved shirt with a plunging neckline. She's trying to fit in with the whole punk thing.

Spitfire: ((5 Sux on singing. doesn't beat Gunther but still...))

Joshua Coil: *He snorts.* Don't be rediculous. You don't want his pelvis to be broken. Do you?

Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks up to Joshua and groans. "Oh shit, you... my night couldn't be anymore fucked up..."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: For now, he's just quiet. As much as he likely sticks out in his suit, he's content to be ignored, watching the trio of Andy, Joshua, and Nathaniel from his spot not-too-far away at the bar. He does give a quick glance over to Nia, before looking away.

Andrea Angotti: "Shut up, Nate. He works for me," she says, smoothing the boy's hair with a tender caress. "Harold, take him to the table and look him over, a'ight?"

Joshua Coil: *He looks back down to Nathaniel. And he nods once.* She's right, you're drunk.

Harold Erickson: "Alright, c'mon." He has enough tact to not add 'kid'.

Joshua Coil: d10: per+alert: 3,6,3,10,8,

Felisa Espinosa: Okay, time for a break.
Felisa weaved her way out of the pit, all smiles. Shouldn't press my luck THAT much, she thought, giving Spits a crazy smile and a raised fist before heading to higher ground. Now that's entertainment, baby.

Joshua Coil: *He looks up, and frowns slightly.* There's someone watching us.

Spitfire: He grins as he sings launching himself into the pit, guitar still playing

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Yes, Ma-am, whatever ya say. Hope he don't still... wanna kick my ass." He gets hauled wherever.

Spitfire: d10: Dex & Brawl: 8,8,6,3,9,6,5,4,

Andrea Angotti: "What's he look like," she asks, sauntering up to Josh and perching lazily on the edge of his knee, brow arching as she glances towards the bar.

Joshua Coil: *He frowns.* I wanted to kick his ass?

Andrea Angotti: d10: per alert: 8,9,4,

Gunther [Hard Times]: Gunther smirks, giving Nia a once over. "Daaaamn.. At's hot." He drapes a massive arm over the woman's shoulders and reaches back to snag his beer.

Harold Erickson: Harold parks him at the table, in a chair.

Joshua Coil: Hmm... suit, *he says with a nod.*

Eugenia Phelps: She leans against him, blushing and grinning a little at his praise before picking up her beer for another sip. "I thought you'd approve."

Andrea Angotti: "He's drunk. Let him be," she says, chuckling, eyes widening happily as she spots Frankie. "That's Frankie." Andy grins and lifts her hand in a wave.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He gets put on the table, and just stretches out.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He grins as he's finally noticed and nods to her, starting to make his approach. "Heya."

Harold Erickson: "This isn't going to feel well at first." Harold pulls the shirt up and gently touches the bruised areas.

Spitfire: And BOY does he clear space, actually using the guitar as a weapon, he bashes and knocks everone out of at least 5 foot area around him, still thrashing tongue out, the song dying down though you wouldn't guess it by the way he is punking out!

Joshua Coil: Oh, *he says with a frown, and he nods to the man.*

Felisa Espinosa: Time to head out into the parking lot for a quick little nip, she thinks, and slides her way through the crowd, feeling the rustling deep inside.

Gunther [Hard Times]: Gunther blinks away from Nia over to Spitfire. He stands up and yells "Hey! At's my guitar ya cunt! Ain't make me slap yer tiny ass up!"

Felisa Espinosa: *brb*

Andrea Angotti: "No frowning, Josh," she says, leaning against the big man's chest with a laugh, her eyes on Frankie. "Hey, baby."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He groans and jerks a bit at Harold's touch. "What the fuck..." mutters softly.

Harold Erickson: "Gimme a moment. It seems like just bruising, but if you have a cracked rib.. better to know now."

Harold Erickson: d10: anti-zap: 2,2,4,5,8,4,4,

Eugenia Phelps: She straightens when he gets up to yell, trying not to chuckle.

Harold Erickson: He pulls his hand back out. "You'll be alright. After your hangover anyway.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He blinks, feeling a bit of relief through his fogged mental state at the moment. Now he just feels like he has ran into the wall some.

Joshua Coil: *He doesn't touch her in any way, simply provides a chest to lean on. He watches Frankie.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: His eyes move to Harold curiously. "What the fuck ya do?"

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Hey, Andy." He comes up and stops, looking up to Joshua. Looking him over with obvious appraising. "Mr. Coil." The hand comes out to shake. "Pleasure to meet you finally."

Harold Erickson: Harold shrugs. "Like I said, I'm a doctor... almost."

Harold Erickson: Harold leans back into his own chair.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: The accent isn't there, or is suppressed for now. At the moment, he's somewhat formal.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He sits up and there is so little soreness that he has no problem with it. "Shit, dude, you're pretty good."

Harold Erickson: Hmm. Porn star has her eyes on someone else. That was a waste.

Joshua Coil: *He nods, and takes that hand.* Joshua, Sir, *he says politely, his voice despite that decidedly unpleasant. It is not a strong handshake, but it is clear from the way his shirt fits him that he could probably crush bone if he made it a strong handshake.*

Harold Erickson: He shrugs again. "Gotta patch myself up some days after being in a place like this. Gotta be good."

Spitfire: d10: Dex & Athletics: 8,8,8,3,7,1,9,3,9,10,

Andrea Angotti: Andy peels herself off of Josh's knee and slips an arm around Frankie's waist, kissing his throat softly and leaving behind a perfect print of her red, red lips.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: His arm encircles Andy's shoulder, smiling a bit at the kiss...his attention on Joshua. "Joshua, then. Francesco Giardini."

Felisa Espinosa: She came back in again, almost expecting a fight. No go so far, but the night was early and she was in good spirits. Best show she'd been to in a good long while. The bar looked good so she headed for it.

Spitfire: He grins finishing the beat which doesn't make it to the speakers since the lead had snapped, the crowd around him sudden wary condidering 4 people are down one actuall knocked out from his actual dive, the guitar fucked but the punk is grinning and everyone in the pit is suddenly scared and actually moving away

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Well, I always been okay, 'till now. Guess my mind was off somewhere else."

Andrea Angotti: "Lover meet body guard. Body guard, my most significant other," she says softly, laying her head against Frankie's shoulder with a soft smile.

Gunther [Hard Times]: Gunther sneers at the punk. "At dick." He plops back down in his stool. Looking to Nia "The fuck you smilin at, slut?"

Joshua Coil: A pleasure, sir, *he says in a voice that could mean that he's not serious about it in the slightest.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks around, noticing where Andrea had gone, and sighs. "Oh hell..."

Harold Erickson: He looks over that way when Nathaniel does. "I take it my chances are slim and none?"

Andrea Angotti: Andy pokes Josh in the thigh with a boot, shooting a playful grin at the big man.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 4,9,7,1,4,

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He nods to Joshua, accepting of the man's tone, and looks over to Andy with a smile. "So...one-a yer usual hangouts?" Accent slipping back a bit, now that formalities of introductions are out of the way.

Joshua Coil: *He looks over to Andrea.* Don't poke ME. You're the one that ran off without me.

Eugenia Phelps: "You." She leans to give his cheek a kiss. "I don't think you'd ever be as protective of me as you are of that guitar."

Spitfire: He grins pulling the money from his pocket and taking a few notes, an eyebrow at how many fucking notes where there. As he turns heading for Gunther, everyone save one steers clear of him but this guy, big standing about 6,3 and a beer belly Santa could be proud of stupidly decides he won't back down and actually rams the punk as he passes.

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Your chances? With who?" said to Harold, head still spinning alittle with how fast he sat up.

Felisa Espinosa: Noticing the pit had cleared out but not knowing exactly why, she sat down on one of the stools and fumbled for her smokes, and then a lighter.

Andrea Angotti: "Can I help it that you couldn't take your eyes off of the blond with the rack," she asks, smirking at Josh as she keeps her foot up on his thigh. "Mnn. I wouldn't say regular, Frankie. But I do like to bang once in a while," she says, giving a hard, frank thrust of her pelvis.

Gunther [Hard Times]: Gunther flashes a wicked grin to the woman "Only one way ta find out.. When spit gets back I'll have em sling yer tiny ass round tha pit a few times. See what happens then." he gives her a gruff shove away from him "Stop bein all girly an shit. Gonna fuck up my rep."

Eugenia Phelps: "Okay, okay. I'll keep the girly stuff for behind closed doors." She chuckled, shaking her head and takiing another sip of beer while she sat back against the bar, carefully crossing her legs.

Joshua Coil: *He frowns.* I was NOT. I was searching for threats, you walked away.

Andrea Angotti: "Yes, I did. I had to kick a little dickwad to the curb cause he was trying to feel up one of the boys."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He listens to Andrea and Joshua talk a little bit, watching them with a calm eye.

Harold Erickson: "Who do you think?" He says with a jerk of his head back to Andrea.

Juliana Sarolta: She walks into the bar with measured steps, looking around with distant curiosity. She is a twenty-something woman with high, sculpted cheekbones and dark, mysterious eyes. She walks with an elegant grace, her thick black hair cascading down her slender back in an ebony cloak to her tailbone. She is 5’7” and shaped like a slim hourglass. Her skin is exotically tinted, the kohl framing her eyes the only cosmetics she wears. She wears casual, form-fitting clothing that flows with her body without trapping any movement. http://www.wodnyc.net/modules/coppermine/albums/uploads10296/1Juliana.JPG

Joshua Coil: And you let ME do that. Not you.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He shakes his head at Harold. "Dude, she would eat you 'n spit ya out, believe me."

Harold Erickson: "Isn't that the point?"

Spitfire: He actually moves a few steps sideways he was a big man after all. Head tilts as he looks back at the man "Now didn't you listen to the song...bitch." Eyes half close as the punk brings his fist straight for the mans big ass gut!

p*): (open?)

Spitfire: d10: Dex & Brawl: 2,5,6,7,4,9,2,6,

Andrea Angotti: Andy lets out a low, husky laugh at Josh, blue eyes widening as she traces her hands provocatively across her breasts to the "Wyld Nights" logo on her t-shirt. And then she turns slowly, foot dropping from his thigh as she lifts her hair so he can see the "Security" stamped across the back of her shirt. "My job is to protect the club. Your job is to protect me."

Juliana Sarolta: She looks at the stage with frank curiosity, then turns away, walking in measured, unhurried steps to the bar.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 9,5,5,8,4,

Joshua Coil: ((Yeap, p))

Juliana Sarolta: "Tequila sunrise," she orders in a smooth, husky voice.

Spitfire: The big fat man goes down to one knee as he makes his way to Gunther putting a wad of notes in his hand

Gunther [Hard Times]: Not expecting it, the lug stands there and takes the punch from the tiny punk. I mean.. come on.. he's tiny. (roll damage)

Nathaniel Dikastis: He rolls his eyes. "Dude, ya just don't know." He slips off the table, feeling a little sore, but fine, except for his foggy head.

Joshua Coil: And I can't protect you if you keep getting into trouble. *He huffs slightly, and raises his eyes, to ABOVE her neck. Good boy.*

Felisa Espinosa: She turned at the sound of the whud, fist against flesh, and she wondered who Spitfire was knocking around this time.
Who else could it have been, after all?
Leaning back on the counter, damned amused. Jesus pissing Christ.

Gunther [Hard Times]: Gunther smirks, watching Spit beat down some random metal head. A look of admiration. He's my hero.. He drapes a massive arm around Nia's shoulders giving her a gruff squeeze.

Harold Erickson: "Fine. Fine. I need to get out of here anyway. I don't have enough money for a hooker that's worth more than a walking dose of STD."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: Good boy, indeed. He smirks a little bit...his attention is above and below her neck, of course.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He gets to his feet, shaking his head to attempt to clear it, moving toward Andrea and the others.

Andrea Angotti: Andy chuckles softly and leans her round backside against Josh's shoulder, her arms curling around Frankie's neck as she stares adoringly up at him. "Missed you today."

Juliana Sarolta: He stands at the bar with drink in hand, her dark eyes falling over the Spitfire confrontation and the mosh pit. Both seem to call her interest.

Juliana Sarolta: OOC> He=She

Harold Erickson: He gets up and leaves, he's had his fun for the night. Certainly on his 'repeat visit' list, despite the blue balls.

Joshua Coil: *He looks casually away from the couple, even with the contact. Watching for danger, it seems.*

Joshua Coil: d10: per+alert: 2,9,9,10,4,

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Missed ya too," he says with a smile, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "How was yer day?"

Joshua Coil: *He notes the man getting up... huh. Leaving? Friend of Andy's maybe. He watches, and then... fight? His spine stiffens slightly, and an odd light touches his eyes.*

Spitfire: He cleanches his fists slamming them together in front of him as they click looking to Eugenia "So Nia right, we met the other night?"

Andrea Angotti: "Busy," she says, pouting as he kisses her cheek.

Eugenia Phelps: She leans against Gunther, doing her best to not do cute things at the moment. She doesn't want to ruin his street cred, after all.

Gunther [Hard Times]: Gunther gives Nia a hard squeeze. "Answer tha man, slutface."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Oh?" He's not paying attention to anything around right now, trusting in the big guy with the fucked-up voice to do it for him.

Felisa Espinosa: "God. Man's a machine."
She swiveled around on the stool, smoking her ciggie and watching people mill about, talk. Harold left but she had a feeling she'd see him again, probably here, probably at the same stool.

Eugenia Phelps: "Ouch..um, yeah.." She smiles warmly at Spitfire. "How are you?"

Andrea Angotti: "Mnn. Yeah." She nods. "Josh, you got a handkerchief," she asks, wriggling her ass against the man's shoulder.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He moves to Andrea, placing his head against her shoulder, muttering, "Sorry, Andy."

Alexander Donovan: He learned from last time. He comes in tonight alone. His hair is still long and beautiful, but it is on 6 feet of fat-less muscle. He's got the torn clothes. His jeans have been repeatedly patched, and nobody bothered with the T-shirt. There's some indication there was a logo on the back, but now it's one big hole.

Joshua Coil: Sure, *he says, barely noticing, watching... everything else. He digs into the pockets of his jeans.* Mmmh... unused tissue. That okay?

Sha-Sha: A woman of Gothic Beauty stands before you. She could be a model though you likely don't recognize her face. She has long hair that's been dyed a deep black with the bangs and front bleached and dyed bright blue. Her eyes are dark and trimmed with long, beautiful lashes, accented by the kohl liner around them. Her full lips are painted a dark blue. She as a complexion of pale cream, flawless. Her curvaecious figure shows the constant exercise in it's tone and firmness. Around her neck is what appears to be an ordinary playing dart that's been made into a pendant. Tonight she's wearing black leather pants and a blue silk blouse. Heeled boots round out the outfit. http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=107

Juliana Sarolta: She watches the other patrons with avid interest, holding her drink loosely.

Sha-Sha: ((Colorizes)) *She comes in through the doors with Snyde, smiling and looking around.*

Spitfire: He grins to her "Easy come easy go, how you?"

Sha-Sha: d10: per+alert: 10,2,7,4,

Andrea Angotti: "Yup!" She takes the tissue from Josh and wipes the lipstick from her lips before tucking it away. Then her hand rises to stroke Nathaniel's hair. "Its okay sweety. Just be more careful, eh," she murmurs, kissing his forehead softly. Her free arm remains locked around Frankie's neck. "Nate do you know Frankie? Frankie, this is Nate."

Alexander Donovan: "Sha Sha! Perfect timing." Alex offers his arm. "With anyone tonight?"

Alexander Donovan: ((Cutt the last part, obviously she is.))

Snyde: *Snyde walks in behind Sha-Sha before slipping an arm around her and looking for a table*

Alexander Donovan: "Hello... Snyde, is it?"

Snyde: ((if you need a DD pm me))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He nods to Frankie. "I met him once before, but.. kinda long time 'go." His words are slightly slurry, he is trying to keep his head on straight though. "Nice to see ya 'gain."

Felisa Espinosa: She looked at her little group with a detatched interest, oddly quiet as she smoked. So they finally hooked up huh? Somehow Felisa just wasn't all that surprised.

Sha-Sha: Alex! *She grins and opens her arms for a hug, then waves to the people she knows, that she manages to pick out of the crowd.*

Eugenia Phelps: "I'm doing well, thank you." She's so polite, quite different from the man beside her.

Marcel Giovanni: Marcel pays the cover, moving into the club. The young looking italian man is dressed in black leather and steel gray sweater. He's fairly handsome but there is an arrogant smirk on his face as he takes in the crowd briefly before heading for a table far from the dance floor.

Alexander Donovan: He does hug Sha-Sha when she offers.

Snyde: *he gives the man a smile and offers a hand* "yea, have we met?"

Joshua Coil: *He simply watches, keeping his head up, frowning, as more people enter.*

Sha-Sha: *She nods* Snyde, Alex, Alex, Snyde. *She grins at him.* How've you been?

Gunther [Hard Times]: Gunther gives Nia's hair a ruffle, grinning to spit "You should count yer change. I think you'll be fuckin thrilled at what it costya."

Nathaniel Dikastis: His eyes move to Joshua then, not really nervous, but wary.

Alexander Donovan: Sha-Sha: "Oh, the usual. Work. Play. An obscene mixing of the two." Snyde: "Breifly, at a cafe near midtown."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He looks over at Nathaniel, nodding to him. "Good to see ya again."

Andrea Angotti: "That's Josh," she adds, stroking Nate's face gently. "He's good people."

Joshua Coil: Or so my parents always told me, *he says idly.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: Murmurs slightly at Francesco. "Yeah, that day at the mall sucked, good ya remember me though."

Spitfire: He looks to Gunther "Yeah, I'am" It is obvious when he went to pay for the guitar he did.

Eugenia Phelps: She gives Gunther a little nuzzle before trying to smooth her ruffled hair.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He whispers something to Andrea then.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: d10: Per+Alert (Nate): 9,1,2,8,

Snyde: *He tips his hat to the man* "im sorry I didnt remeber you, I hope it wasnt under to bad of circumstances" *he says with a grin*

Nathaniel Dikastis -> Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: Nathaniel Dikastis -> Andrea Angotti: "Maybe good people, but he was ready to kick my ass if Aerin hadn't stopped him... 'course probably my fault."

Andrea Angotti: She sighs and kisses Nate's forehead. "We'll talk about it later," she says softly. Her eyes flick to Frankie before she moves into his body, kissing him hard on the lips.

Sha-Sha: *She laughs* That could be fun...*She winks at Alex.*

Gunther [Hard Times]: He smirks. "Need ta take a fuckin cana spray paint to it er some shit. It's this nasty bitch color."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He looks around the area briefly, and then up to Joshua. Giving Andy and Nathaniel their privacy...ostensibly.

Marcel Giovanni: Marcel joins a small group of rough looking men, all dressed appropriately for the place and perhaps even regulars. He takes a seat and starts talking to the three men with him.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He just nods to Andrea then, letting it go, but noticeable not getting too close to Joshua.

Alexander Donovan: "They could have been worse. After you." Alex is a bit more gentleman than the establishment calls for, but then again... the hair alone lets everyone know this isn't a usual hangout.

Juliana Sarolta: She sets her full drink on the bar, then slides it wordlessly to a man not far from her. She moves from the bar, walking across the room with unhurried, precise steps. Her hips sway in a natural, unrehearsed rhythm.

Joshua Coil: *His chin is raised, as he watches.*

Eugenia Phelps: "What color is it, Gunther?"

Spitfire: He grins "I can do that shit Gun, don't you fucking worry!"

Alexander Donovan: He returns Sha-Sha's wink as they step inside.

Alexander Donovan: ((Or toward a table, since they are inside.))

Felisa Espinosa: Maybe she'd hit another club, take in the sights. Looked like Euge was getting the third for some reason, although it wasn't as bad as that other guy from last night.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: And there went Andy and Nathaniel's privacy. He returns the kiss with fervor.

Sha-Sha: *She laughs and steps towards a table. She looks towards the stage.* Looks like I missed it again...

Snyde: *he smiles at the man* "Well buddy let me get you a drink for the forgetting allright"

Gunther [Hard Times]: He nods, smirking to Spit "Good.. cause I ain't drivin it nowhere til ya do." He chuckles and looks to Nia "I ain't wanna talk bout it. It's girly. D'rather fuckin walk. Got it fer eight fifty though. Runs good."

Andrea Angotti: "Mnn. That's better," she purrs, chuckling as the kiss breaks, leaving her almost breathless.

Andrea Angotti: d10: per alert: 2,4,3,

Alexander Donovan: d10: What he see?: 2,2,5,1,2,

Nathaniel Dikastis: They had said what little there was to say, he notices the kiss and nods to himself. Francesco was an okay dude, if Andy thought he was. He looks at the bartender, then shakes his head. "Coffee."

Sha-Sha: *And like she fits in any better here than Alex.*

Juliana Sarolta: She heads towards the pit, looking every inch a lady and not at all like someone who would dive into one.

Joshua Coil: d10: per+alert: 8,7,4,3,5,

Alexander Donovan: Alex's hair is all in his eyes again, he shoves it out of the way when his knee bumps a table.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 8,1,8,3,9,

Eugenia Phelps: "All right." She nods and just leans against him, her head on his shoulder.

Alexander Donovan: Snyde: "Forgetting is forgiven then."

Sha-Sha: *She chuckles at Alex.* You okay over there?

Juliana Sarolta: She watches with curiosity, totally ignoring a couple of shoves as she stands outside the pit.

Snyde: *when they get to the table Snyde pulls a chair out for Sha* "Well is the person you were looking for here?"

Joshua Coil: *Groupings starting around the place. He remains alert. Wary. As any good bodyguard would.*

Marcel Giovanni: Marcel laughs about something at the table, and then slides plain but semi thick envelope to the larger of the three men. Not really seeming to care if anyone is paying attetnion to them.

Alexander Donovan: Alex reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small rubber band, shoving his hair through it in a quick tail. "That was so undignified."

Sha-Sha: *She looks around some more and nods points out Gunther.* He's here but I may have already missed his shift. *She chuckles*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He frowns slightly at the cloudy surface of the coffee, then shrugs and starts to drink it. A buzz is one thing, smashed is another.

Juliana Sarolta: She times her entrance into the pit and moves into it, joining the fray.

Spitfire: "Well Gun, we jammed, you proived your the man, am fucking off." He looks about nothing more to keep his intrest really, even Gunther was being all girly with his bitch

Juliana Sarolta: d10: mosh: 8,5,5,5,4,8,

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He chuckles a little bit and sighs, leaning against her a bit. "Yeah...much better."

Juliana Sarolta: She gets bumped and slammed around, though she stays upright.

Snyde: *he smiles to her* "So what would you like to drink, Sha?" *he says before looking at Alex* "And what about you?"

Alexander Donovan: "Tequila. Sunrise if they serve it. Straight if they don't."

Andrea Angotti: "Love you," she murmurs to Frankie, backside settling against Josh again as she flicks her eyes to Nate. "That better be straight coffee or I'll be taking you over my knee and THEN giving you to Craven."

Sha-Sha: Mm...just a sprite for me. *She grins.*

Gunther [Hard Times]: Gunther gives a gruff salute to Spitfire "Good rockin out with ya, fuckstick. Next time ya need ta be put in yer fuckin place, gimme a call. I'll bring tha car round tomorrow night. Bis Bald."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He turns his head to Andrea and smiles. "Straight coffee, black'n shit."

Juliana Sarolta: Perhaps this is not for her. She attempts an escape.

Juliana Sarolta: d10: : 6,5,6,2,4,8,

Eugenia Phelps: "It was nice seeing you again, Spitfire. You did very well." She's smiling, of course.

Juliana Sarolta: She bounces and slamps her way out of the pit, brushing off her slacks once she gets out.

Andrea Angotti: "Good boy," she says, nodding and smiling approvingly at Nate, her expression mothering.

Spitfire: He nods grinning "See ya Cocknocker." He nods to Nia as he heads for the exit.

Felisa Espinosa: When Spits heads out Felisa will as well, sliding off the stool smoothly and catching his arm.
"Nice show dog. We should talk later, yeah?"

Snyde: *he nods* "Allright ill get the can for you. be right back." *he says with a smile before heading up towards the bar and ordering the drinks*

Joshua Coil: Juice, *he grunts.* Juice helps.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He gives her a smile then, loving expression, before he takes another drink from his cup and frowns - shit, this is bad coffee.

Gunther [Hard Times]: Gunther gives the woman's shoulders another gruff squeeze. Forgeting that some women DO have to breath. "You ready ta head out, slut?" He asks with a wicked smirk, looking down to the woman's legs.

Juliana Sarolta: She moves to the door and out. ((Dinner time! Be back later.))

Eugenia Phelps: A faint blush as his gaze slides down. "Yeah, I'm ready to head out. Where are we going?"

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Love ya, too." He smiles and looks around the place. Josh isn't doing ALL the work of keeping an eye out.

Marcel Giovanni: Marcel then stands up and heads for the door, not really seeming to enjoy the type of place or those who frequent it. Giving one last look around the place on the way to the door.

Andrea Angotti: d10: per alert: 10,5,8,

Andrea Angotti: Andy's eyes widen and she straightens, slipping out from between Josh's arm and Frankie's body. "SIGNORE GIOVANNI!"

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: d10: Per+Alert: 8,7,2,3,

Joshua Coil: *He frowns slightly. Again, curious about the behaviour of some. Who would want to RUN INTO another person to dance? Mmmh...*

Nathaniel Dikastis: If anything makes him come out of a slightly drunken state it is really sucky coffee.

Alexander Donovan: Alex lifts his head at the shout. Hmm.

Joshua Coil: What? where? *He stiffens, and looks to Andy.* Where is he?

Gunther [Hard Times]: He shrugs, pushing himself out from the bar. "Fuck if I know. Someplace not here. We could go ta my place. If yer feelin ancy." He flashes a toothy grin and gives her a rough tug in his direction.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He flinches at Andrea's yell, and looks to her, eyes blurry or not, he isn't drop dead drunk.

Andrea Angotti: She holds up a hand to Josh in a clear signal for the man to hold.

Felisa Espinosa: Well, a name...
Felisa walked out into the midnight air. Learn something new every night, she thought, smirking to herself.

Sha-Sha: *She blinks at the woman screaming and looks towards the door*

Snyde: *After a few minutes Snyde comes back to the table with a can of sprite a tequila sunrise and a glass of whiskey and sets them down in front of the respective people* "So Alex what was going on the night we met anyway?"

Nathaniel Dikastis: Burning WP he gets his head straightened enough to move toward Andrea.

Joshua Coil: *He bristles, and breathes deeply. But so obedient.*

Alexander Donovan: Alex swishes the drink around a little. Certainly a lot of people in here that don't fit the crowd, he watches the commotion before he actually starts to imbibe. "Oh, nothing special. Just out cavorting with some freinds..."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: His body stiffens at the mention of Giovanni, and he looks in his direction. His arm tightens around Andrea. She is NOT approaching him alone.

Eugenia Phelps: She pulls her coat on and starts following after him, especially after the tug. "Um..we could go to your place if you want. I'm not too picky."

Andrea Angotti: Andy strains against Frankie's restraining arm, muscles tightening beautifully across her back as her biceps bulge.

Sha-Sha: *She takes the drink* Oh, damn. I forgot to remind you, did you check to make sure this was well cleaned first? I don't want a repeat of my last visit here.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He comes on beside Andrea, whichever one Joshua isn't on at the moment.

Marcel Giovanni: And out he slips, moving past anyone coming in on his way outside. Not in any hurry really at all it seems. And suprisingly doesn't seem to notice anyone in particular either.

Snyde: *He nods* "Thats good to know" *he says as he takes a big drink from the glass of whiskey takeing in his surroundings with out looking like it*

Andrea Angotti: "Fuck!"

Snyde: d10: per+alert: 4,10,3,6,2,1,

Gunther [Hard Times]: "Obviously." He says with a smirk, leading her out the door in a hurry. Anxious perhaps.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((Okay, GAAAH. He was going to go WITH her. Sorry, delete my last post.))

Sha-Sha: Well it looks like I definitely missed Blutstau again. *A bit of a sigh.* Oh well.

Nathaniel Dikastis: Murmurs very quickly to Andrea, getting his head on more. "Want me to go check on Nadia?"

Snyde: *he nods* "Made the man wipe it himself, and if it has olive on it you wont be the only one hurting" *he says with a playful smile to her*

Andrea Angotti: "No. You're going no where without us," she says, glancing at Nate. "Nadia's with her father."

Eugenia Phelps: She follows after him, trying not to trip.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He nods to Andy, not questioning her.

Gunther [Hard Times]: (thanks guys!)

Marcel Giovanni: ((Downtown Open if following him :) ))

Joshua Coil: I am your body guard, ma'am. And should it come to it, I will do the fighting.

Sha-Sha: *She laughs* I don't think I'll care that much if he fucks up twice in a row. *She takes a careful sip. She can't help the mild paranoia.*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: Yes, he follows.

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Thanks to you Gunther! Love ya!)

Nathaniel Dikastis: He stays with the group, grabbing his coat.

Alexander Donovan: ((Thank you!))

Nathaniel Dikastis: (ick about double posts)

Andrea Angotti: "Jesus. We're sposed to talk to him," she says, glancing at Josh with a frown as Frankie heads outside. "Lets go you two," she adds, hurrying towards the door.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((Or doesn't yet, because the rest haven't. *Thuds* Not posting until we're in the other room. He's following at Andy's side.))

Sha-Sha: Damn...this place sure is clearing out fast. *She blinks as she watches the rush for the door.*

Joshua Coil: *He moves obediently, really. looking back over his shoulder at the others the man had been with. And then back to Andy. He keeps close. A bodyguard isn't paid to think.*

Alexander Donovan: "Hmm." Trouble. Worthwhile, or the standard bar brawl? "So what have you two been up to anyway?"

Andrea Angotti: ((*chuckles* Other room my loves!))

OUTSIDE

Marcel Giovanni: Marcel moves outside, heading down the street some to perhaps where he parked his ride. Taking the time to stop and check out the people out side, perhaps considering something as he does.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He moves along at Andrea's side. His posture tense, eyes searching around for Marcel.

Andrea Angotti: Andy moves at Frankie's side, swearing softly, shivering in the cold night air. The outfit might look hot but it was certainly anything but warm.

Joshua Coil: *As large and imposing as ever, he follows.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He is following then behind Joshua, quiet for the moment, just taking things in.

Marcel Giovanni: Marcel's back is to them as he moves down the street casually. That arrogance still in his walk and how he moves. Not seeming worried at all about getting messed with.

Andrea Angotti: Andy licks her lips. "Signore!"

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Signore my ass," he mutters, barely audible to himself, much less down the street. He follows Andrea's gaze to Marcel, watching him warily.

Marcel Giovanni: He stops, hearing that voice and looks over his shoulder. Slowly he turns to regard Andrea with her companions. He studies the two with her first before looking to Andrea. "Well fancy meeting you here." he says while starting back towards her.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He stays quiet behind the others, watching as he leans back against the wall.

Joshua Coil: *He watches Marcel, and perhaps a growl escapes his throat.*

Andrea Angotti: She snorts indelicately at that, brow arching at Marcel as she folds her arms beneath her breasts. "Yeah. Imagine that. You show up at another place I hang. The fuck you doin' in there, Marcel?"

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He's back to formal. Watching Marcel as he approaches, his gaze becoming more confident. It was just another mook, after all. A messenger boy. He smiles politely to the man, Family etiquette taking over. Respect.

Marcel Giovanni: "Ah, I did not know you cared about what I did." he says while casually closing the distance but stops a few feet away. Out of arm's length range. "I really had no idea you were there, if I had I might have bought you a drink."

Andrea Angotti: Andy snaps her teeth together hard, blue eyes narrowing as she regards Marcel, her body trembling from a combination of cold and tension. "What are you still doing in New York?"

Marcel Giovanni: "Enjoying the sights." he says while looking her over. Just completely ignoring those with her as if they don't matter. "You going to threaten to do me harm unless I leave?" he asks once more with a smug grin.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Mr. Giovanni?" He steps forward, moving to take control of the situation, and offer Marcel a hand. "I don't think we've met. Francesco Giardini." He meets the man's gaze directly, demanor confident. Cool, but polite and respectful.

Joshua Coil: *Just the bodyguard. He keeps his head up. Alert, watching.*

Andrea Angotti: She draws a sharp breath as Frankie steps forward, teeth clenching and grinding as she digs her nails into her elbows.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He glances up and down the way, not speaking, just standing there.

Marcel Giovanni: That gets his attetnion for sure, his eyes shift to Francesco and he quickly considers his options here. Finally he takes the offered hand. "No, we have not." and shakes it firmly. The grip firm and hand warm to the touch.

Andrea Angotti: Andy steps back, her body brushing softl against Josh's, her eyes on Frankie and Marcel.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Welcome to New York," he says, his own grip of course firm and strong, though not painful. When business comes into play, he's beyond pettiness. "I understand you have business with Miss Angotti?"

Marcel Giovanni: "Yes, you could say that." and he smiles slightly as glances over to Andrea for a moment. Then he looks back to Francesco. "Though I do not see what business that is of the Giardini."

Andrea Angotti: Her brow furrows at Marcel's words, body tensing as he makes it a Family issue rather then a personal one.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Maybe that's what we should sit down to discuss," he says with a smile to Marcel. "I'm sure this is a situation where we don't want misunderstandings to occur and cause something disastrous."

Joshua Coil: *He is being quite boring. No words. Silent fury.*

Andrea Angotti: Andy glances briefly to Nate, making sure the drunken one was okay before turning her eyes back to Marcel and Frankie, the blue depths dark with fear and anger.

Marcel Giovanni: Finally, at this he looks to Nathaniel first and then over to Joshua as he considers this recent developments. SLowly he turns his gaze past and over Andrea before returning to Francesco. "Perhaps we should Mr. Giardini."

Andrea Angotti: ((Just a heads up - I have about 30 minutes left! :( ))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He just nods slightly to Andy.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Perfect." He nods a little bit. "When's a good time for you? We can meet at, say, the Concerto Club...fabulous place in town. Very private...at your convenience."

Joshua Coil: *He arches an eyebrow at Frankie's words. Yeesh. Talk about more complicated.*

Marcel Giovanni: "I've got nothing but time. Afterall, I'm just tourist in this fine city afterall." and winks to Andrea before looking back to Frankie. "Andrea has my contact information."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((Like half the Mafia meetings in New York City don't take place at the Concerto as it is. C'mon, that place is rife with underworld corruption! Look at it! *G*))

Andrea Angotti: She growls,yes, growls when Marcel winks at her, baring her teeth at him.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: For his part, he keeps himself calm. A flicker of eyes to Andrea, then back. "Excellent. I'll arrange a meeting, then."

Marcel Giovanni: "Excellent." and then he nods to him, and smile wanely to Andrea before turning on his heal to walk away from them back in the direction he was going.

Andrea Angotti: "Mother fucker," she hisses, easing her nails out of her elbows.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He watches the man as he leaves, tracking him to his car. Making sure to pay attention to his car itself...make, model...license plate if close enough. Anyone inside. ((Per+Alert or Invest? Or something else? Same die pool for him on the first two...))

Joshua Coil: *He looks to Frankie.* Thank you, *he says calmly.* I couldn't have done that.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: d10: Per+Alert: 3,4,10,7,

Andrea Angotti: "Can't I just kick his balls into his throat," she asks, hands fisting.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "No," he mutters to her. "Not yet, anyway."

Joshua Coil: And if it happens, *he murmurs, to Andrea,* I will hold him down for you.

Andrea Angotti: Andy whimpers and fights the urge to drop her forehead to Frankie's shoulder. "I know. I know..."

Marcel Giovanni: Marcel stops at a dark colored miata. Using the remote to unlock it before getting in and pulling away from the curb. Not too hard to get the plates, model, and make. There wasn't anyone though visible through the untinted windows though.

Andrea Angotti: Josh's words draw a slight smile and she lays her hand briefly on the big man's chest. "Thanks."

Joshua Coil: d10: per+alert: 5,4,6,7,8,

Joshua Coil: *Not paid to think. But he keeps his head raised.* He spoke with two men in the bar, and handed over an envelope.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He commits the information to memory, and once Marcel's gone, he turns, finally nodding to Joshua to acknowledge the gratitude. "We gotta play this right, Andy. And right ain't about makin' it personal. It's about makin' it business."

Andrea Angotti: "You know what Angelo did to me! Its damn hard to make it business when the man practically beat me to death on more then one occasion!"

Joshua Coil: He did not attack you tonight, *he says, with a slight grumble to Andy.* And he never will again.

Andrea Angotti: "That wasn't Angelo. Just one of Angelo's family members," she says softly, sighing. Her eyes flick to Nate where he sits, half asleep, propped against the wall. "Lets get sleeping beauty home..."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "You wanna live through this?" He looks at her with a frown. "Ya want Nadia ta live through this? Then ya gotta keep it business." He's still got the formality of the caporegime in him, despite the informality of his accent. "Ya done so much ta keep her safe, Andy. This is just one more thing, awright?"

Andrea Angotti: Frankie's words make her bite her lips and she nods slowly. "Si, mi amore. Si...Business."

Joshua Coil: The Concerto is the best place to meet as well. I will speak to Miss Jody about providing a room when I go in tomorrow.

Andrea Angotti: "Grazi, Joshua."

Andrea Angotti: ((Okay, the AK must sleep!~ Andy will fuss over Nate whilst the boys finish their conversation.))

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He looks at Joshua and nods. "Awright, perfect. Thanks." He looks around the street, frowning. "Now let's get out of the street. Too many may be watchin'." He starts to head toward his Jetta.

Joshua Coil: *He nods, and moves in that direction. He'd planned on walking, or catching a cab. No one sane actually DRIVES around here.*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((And since when did I play a sane character? *G*)) The auto-keylocks disengage, alarm beeping off before he moves to the door. He helps Andy in the car, and Nathaniel too, before getting in himself and getting ready to head off. He looks to Joshua, just before he slips in. "Good job. Ya pass yer interview from me." A little grin, the first show of real warmth not given to Andy yet, before he slides in and gets ready to drive.

Joshua Coil: *He looks almost curious, but does not respond.*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "It's a joke. Ya know...interview...like a test...not that this was a test, that was very real, but..." He sighs and shrugs. Bodyguards never had a sense of humor. "Never mind." He pulls away from the curb and heads off, so they can drive Nathaniel home and then wherever else.

Joshua Coil: *Sense of humour? He goes the entire time until Andrea is home, and safe.*