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Post by Salvatore Scordato on Jun 9, 2015 2:14:00 GMT
Sal shook the blood from his hand and only gave Tony a momentary glance to make sure he wasn't getting back up. "Mr. Reeves, I'm sorry about your car. Are you hurt?" Sal offered his hand to the downed shark.
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 10, 2015 1:51:01 GMT
"Hey..." The bald Irishman accepted the hand. "Ehh... it was going to happen at some point." He stood up slowly, then made his way over the safe, which he hugged and kissed. "God bless you, Sal..."
Members of the crowd cheered while others slipped back inside in case someone called APD.
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Post by Salvatore Scordato on Jun 10, 2015 3:33:48 GMT
He shrugged. "Friends gotta look after each other. I know you would have done the same for me." Sal smiled, knowing full well it was a lie. "How's Jenny?"
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 10, 2015 3:45:55 GMT
"Jenny's out with friends. These fucking cowards would never have came here if she was in." He attempted to lift the safe, but his body was still too battered. "Would you, uh...?"
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Post by Salvatore Scordato on Jun 10, 2015 3:54:31 GMT
"Hell of a night to be out with friends. I'm assuming you know Slade got whacked?"
Sal drew upon the source and lifted the safe for the bald man.
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 10, 2015 3:58:52 GMT
"Yeah... now I'm sitting on a few grand with noone to pay it to. Someone will probably come by and say they've inherited the business, but I don't know... might finally skip town. Buy some papers for Jenny and find a better life. Right over there." He pointed to a cubby hole behind the counter. "Definitely going to replace that car..."
Nicky stood guard outside, listening to the buzz of the crowd, occasionally chuckling at something noone else could here.
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Post by Salvatore Scordato on Jun 10, 2015 4:12:51 GMT
"Nonsense, you're the best bookie in Starcrown. How else will people throw their lives away?" Sal easily placed the safe in the nook. "Why don't you take over from Slade? Better to be a top than a bottom."
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 18, 2015 9:01:16 GMT
"Dude, you did not just use homosexual parlance in an attempt to get me to become the fucking Kingpin of Crime..." He went in the back and grabbed some beers. "But let's say I engineered some brilliant consolidation of power... which of course assumes I know the names of such fellows who need consolidating... who, pray tell, would enforce my illustrious reign, eh?"
There was a certain earnestness lacking in Bluto's pretentiousness, unlike Nicky, who could at least claim to be a demigod, if you were into that sort of thing. In short, Bluto had an undeserved ego on him...
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Post by Salvatore Scordato on Jun 19, 2015 15:19:50 GMT
Sal had suffered at the hands of men with egos during the internment days. And he'd only ever really put up with Bluto because he was Jenny's brother. But he sensed opportunity on the wind. "Well... first off you'd need boots on the ground. A small team would be best, able to move quickly and adapt to circumstance. Starborn. Each are worth hundreds of hums. All this shit going down, that shouldn't be too difficult. Quite a few people looking for gainful employment I'd reckon." He accepted the offered beer from Bluto.
"But you'd also need friends at the top. I think that's how Slade did it. Gives you a sort of legitimacy. Like you're a real businessman and not a regular Irish prick." He took a sip. "Least that's how I'd figure."
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