|
|
Post by Matthew Reid on Dec 31, 2010 21:36:52 GMT
((Set in a couple of years time... Don't know what year, but it's around New Years...))
Matthew was walking to an Irish bar. It was an old fashioned bar and Logan had said that he wanted to talk with Matthew, so they'd arranged to meet up here.
As he pushed the dark, polished wooden doors open, Matthew could smell... Expensive cigars, he believed them to be, and he entered and glanced around for Logan before walking over to the bar and asking for a juice. The bartender looked at Matthew suspiciously before doing as he'd asked. Matthew didn't notice the look as he was busy looking around for Logan.
Sipping at the juice, which turned out to be apple, Matthew tapped out the tune for King of the Road - Dean Martin on the surface of the bar before sitting softly on one of the stools that was near by. He pushed his glasses up his nose a little and ran a hand softly through his fringe to get it out of his eyes. It didn't work, however, and it flopped back in front of his eyes almost as soon as his hand left his hair... Matthew tried to move it again and the same thing happened as before. His eyes narrowed a little and he ended up having a fight with his hair which only ended when he hooked it behind his ear and kept his hand on it...
Now sitting with his lips pursed, Matthew waited normally once more and kept his eyes out for Logan, his hair and drink now forgotten...
|
|
|
|
Post by Logan Grey on Dec 31, 2010 22:31:37 GMT
It was late - eleven o' clock to be exact - and Logan had organised a small gathering for the New Year's celebration, the setting a small Irish bar that went by the name of The Lucky Green, it stood in the middle of nowhere which was lucky for the Greys. Run by the Dipton gang - some wise asses who thought they could threaten a family of La Cosa Nostra. Why? Simply for the reason that had caused conflict between the Irish and Italians for so long: territory, jobs and money.
Logan entered the bar just like any other customer, wearing the uncommon dark blouse and black leather jacket lined with sheep skin. The setting was fittingly themed to it's native owner's country, decorated with shades of green and mahogany wood. He sat down in a large booth set in the corner of the room with his cronies and ordered a round of brandy shots to supply them for the evening. They laughed and rambunctiously remarked on red-headed, freckled beauties who passed by. But the thought that was keeping the smiles on all their faces was the fact that, soon, this place would be history - along with it's owners. Just for the fun of it all he invited one of his close associates, Matthew.
The tall, lanky man arrived not long after he called him, settling himself at the bar. Logan excused himself from the party but still held his brandy in hand then made his way to Matthew. Seeing his drink, he was a little bit proud of the ex-Arkham doctor.
"Occhiali!" He greeted, "So you got yourself some booze!" Without any permission, he dipped his small finger in the dark liquid only to find it was apple juice. He paused for a moment then turned to the aging bartender, "Just some whiskey." The server of alcohol grew uneasy when he recognised Logan's accent as Sicilian.
((Occhiali - Italian for 'glasses.' Cause imma bitch like that ;D))
|
|
|
|
Post by Matthew Reid on Dec 31, 2010 22:41:58 GMT
Matthew heard the word and looked round to see who'd said it. Matthew should've realised, however, that only Logan would speak Italian in an Irish bar. He raised an eyebrow at Logan's words and frowned with a kind of 'what the hell are you doing?' look on his face when Logan put his finger into Matthew's drink.
"It's okay, not like I wanted to drink that anyway." He rolled his eyes, speaking sarcastically but with a hint of amusement behind his tone. He heard Logan's words to the bartender and frowned softly, wondering, for a moment, who the whiskey was for before he considered that maybe Logan was getting it for him. That would be stupid though, because Matthew didn't drink, so maybe it was someone else...?
Na, Matthew didn't think so either. His frown remained on his features while he watched the bartender before he spoke. "And who is that for?" He asked, raising his eyebrows and still watching the man behind the bar, though his question was directed at Logan. After a moment or two, he looked at Logan, his eyebrows still raised, if only a little, and he looked back at the bartender when the drink was placed on the bar and the man grunted the price of the drink.
Matthew smirked softly, slightly amused, at the way that the bartender seemed to have taken a dislike to Logan and Matthew. Though Matthew assumed that it was because he was friends with Logan that the bartender didn't seem to like him as much as, say, about three minutes ago...
|
|
|
|
Post by Logan Grey on Dec 31, 2010 22:56:53 GMT
"Well that's good 'cause your not gonna be drinking cheap shit like that in here, especially when I'm around." Logan chuckled, then took a sip of his drink. Scratching the stubble on his cheek his eyes followed a giggling couple who made their way out of the bar then he turned his attention back to Matthew.
"Who the hell do you think it's for?" He ruffled the man's hair in reply to his question then took the glass of whiskey from the counter, indicating for Matthew to take it. "C'mon, I paid for it - plus it's New Year's." He waved the whiskey infront of Matthew's face hoping the beverage looked a little more appetizing.
|
|
|
|
Post by Matthew Reid on Dec 31, 2010 23:55:51 GMT
Matthew took the glass from Logan but only to stop him waving it in his face and Matthew shook his head before hooking his fringe behind his ear again. He held the drink in his hand and pushed another bit of hair out of his eyes. This bit was too short for him to put it behind his ear and he just settled for pushing it out of his eyes and hoping that it would stay out of the way...
Not doing anything with the drink, Matthew glanced at the bartender, who was watching them carefully, then at Logan.
"He doesn't seem to like you..." He spoke softly and very quietly, not wanting to get the bartender's attention drawn to them.
|
|
|
|
Post by Logan Grey on Jan 1, 2011 1:17:43 GMT
Logan couldn't help but burst out laughing at Matthew's remark, "You'll find that with a lot of people. Plus he's Irish." Taking the last drink of his brandy he left the glass on the counter then slung an arm over Matthew's shoulders.
"Hows' about you meet a few friends of mine?" Logan offered, even though he was already pulling Matthew to a stand.
|
|
|
|
Post by Matthew Reid on Jan 1, 2011 1:44:26 GMT
Matthew, grabbing his drink because he didn't much feel like leaving it behind, even if he didn't like whiskey, stumbled a little as Logan pulled him to a stand and he gave a small nod. He didn't say anything, though, and merely stared at the glass in his hand with a look of 'why did I pick this up?'.
Bent over a little because of Logan being 3 inches shorter than him, Matthew still stumbled, looking like he'd already had a few drinks, as they moved. He pushed his glasses up his nose a little and pushed his hair out of his eyes before glancing at Logan with uncertainty. Did he really want to meet Logan's friends, considering the fact that Logan was in the mafia? Well, he wasn't going to get much choice now, was he, and he just tried not to look too scared...
|
|
|
|
Post by Logan Grey on Jan 1, 2011 2:54:02 GMT
Logan began to walk over to the booth, letting out a slight snort at Matthew's wobbled stooper. He also couldn't help but notice the wary expression settling on his features.
"Don't worry, they can't hurt ya' unless they have my say so." He reassured - well for Logan it was reassurance.
Once reaching the seating area he pushed Matthew forward slightly so the rest of the expecting gang could get a good look at him. The booth was almost full to the brim but that wasn't a problem. Matthew could always settle himself next to Vito on the end, he was thin enough, and Logan didn't mind pulling up a chair.
The crew of six eyed the long haired man with calculating looks.
"Fellas, this is Matthew." Logan patted him on the back, in hopes of encouragment. The Italian family gave Logan a blank look, Anthony - a capo of the family - even furrowed his eyebrows, bewildered. A silence strung itself out for a few seconds before Logan elaborated. "The guy that kept me from going oobatz in the can." A round of realizing sighs sounded from them then they smiled in greeting. Vito even stood up to shake Matthew's hand.
|
|
|
|
Post by Matthew Reid on Jan 1, 2011 3:37:27 GMT
Matthew looked more scared after hearing that than he did before and he felt incredibly awkward when Logan pushed Matthew forward. He tried to step back a little but didn't want to seem overly strange...
When Logan introduced Matthew, the taller man had to stop himself from laughing at the looks and looked at Logan with raised eyebrows before looking away and at the floor. His eyebrows dropped when he stopped looking at Logan. Then the other man expanded on what he'd said before and the whole of the mafia looked like they knew exactly what Logan was talking about, making Matthew think that Logan had been singing his praises, or something...
One of the men stood to shake Matthew's hand and Matthew gave a small smile and took the other man's hand, shaking it before glancing at Logan. He nibbled softly on the inside of his bottom lip as he didn't know what to say and he didn't want to say the wrong thing, just incase, say... One of them happened to get sick of him and ignore Logan and just shoot Matthew anyway.
As usual, Matthew's mind prepared him for the worse possible situation and didn't even consider anything else. Probably why he'd lasted so long...
|
|
|
|
Post by Logan Grey on Jan 1, 2011 16:26:04 GMT
Logan retrieved a chair that was standing lonesomely next to an empty table, set it at the head of the booth then sat down. He looked at Matthew before indicating to the empty space next to Vito.
"Sit yourself down next to Vito, like I said before no one's gonna hurt ya'." Logan couldn't help but chortle at the older man's timidity.
"So Matthew, out of all the pazzi in the joint who would y'say had gone completely batshit?" Anthony questioned, lighting up a cuban cigar. Anthony... he was the most intimidating of the family. He stood a good few inches under Matthew - 5"9 but he was built a hefty amount around his arms and chest from carrying heavy firearms. His hair was dark, matching his eyes, his Sicilian descent was evident in his features and accent and to a lot of women (maybe even men) he'd be described as somewhat of a ladykiller.
((pazzi - Italian for crazies))
|
|
|
|
Post by Matthew Reid on Jan 1, 2011 16:57:14 GMT
When Logan spoke about sitting down next to Vito, Matthew gave a small, slightly embarrassed smile and sat next to Vito. He still hadn't touched his whiskey and placed it softly on the table before hearing the man's question. Pazzi... Pazzi... Where'd he heard that before? He had no idea where he'd heard it before, but he'd remembered what it meant... Meaning he'd probably heard it once or twice at the asylum in Las Vegas...
Taking a sip of his drink, because he needed a liquid and that was the only one around, Matthew looked thoughtful for a moment, not allowing any disgust for the drink show on his face.
"Um... The most interesting patient was probably... Harvey Dent..." He answered and took another sip, not sure whether it was a good idea to mention his name or not... Though, at least they all knew who he was, so that was better than mentioning someone no one knew at all...
|
|
|
|
Post by Logan Grey on Jan 1, 2011 18:30:39 GMT
When Matthew answered Anthony's question everyone stared at the shy man silently before bursting out into bodacious fits of laughter. Logan chuckled a little but didn't quite understand what they found so comical.
"I tell ya' that guy - he's fuckin' oobatz. How the hell did he get to be a Don? He has to flip a fuckin' coin to decide whether he's gonna have a shit or not." Vito sniggered, taking a gulp from his brandy. Another round of laughs made their way through the boisterous group.
"No but seriously, that guy, he's not bad with handling his pieces - heard he shot a guy clean through the skull with a thirty-eight special from twenty feet away." Anthony spoke sincerely, the crew listened with raised eyebrows and nodded in appreciation. "But then again, I also heard he has to flip his silver to decide whether he's gonna beat his dick." Again, a rowdy guffaw of laughter was caused by the men in the booth. Logan didn't participate but couldn't help but watch them with an amused grin. Turning to Matthew he shrugged.
Anthony inhaled his cigar then letting out a breath a sudden look of realization crossed his features, "I heard your name before! Didn't you run into Vinnie a while back?" He asked Matthew. Logan quickly whispered to Matthew that by 'Vinnie' he meant Lavinia.
|
|
|
|
Post by Matthew Reid on Jan 1, 2011 19:57:44 GMT
Dread flooded Matthew as they all stared at him silently. Then they all started laughing and Matthew let a small smile curve his lips slightly. He glanced at Logan and he seemed, to Matthew, to be a little confused as well. But that was fine, as a moment later the man next to Matthew began talking and, though Matthew held somewhat respect for Harvey, he gave a small, rather amused smirk and glanced from the man next to him to Logan before sipping his drink again.
At the man who'd asked the question talking about Dent having, apparently, been able to shoot a man from twenty feet away, Matthew's eyebrows jumped for a moment before the man continued, Matthew's lips curved into an amused sort of half smile and he glanced at Logan before Logan shrugged and smirked softly before taking a sip of his drink.
Hearing the question, Matthew then heard Logan that Vinnie meant Lavinia and Matthew nodded in answer to the question. He didn't say anything, instead drinking some more of his drink. He wasn't sure what to say, truth be told... It wasn't like he came face-to-face with mafias or mobs everyday of the week...
|
|
|
|
Post by Logan Grey on Jan 1, 2011 20:55:07 GMT
When a waitress passed by, Logan quickly asked for a new bottle of brandy then returned to the conversation at hand. Anthony, seeing Matthew's nod, waited in expectance for Matthew to expand a little. Obviously it would take a few more drinks to get the guy talking but Logan couldn't blame him. All the men were, in a way, some what threatening, even just with a look. "Some guy tried to smack her, didn't he? But Amelia's guy stopped it - what's his name..." Anthony clicked his fingers, trying to remember Ryan Goodnite's name but failed to do so. The men around the table either shook their heads or rolled their eyes. It was fair to say they weren't too keen on the ex-army veteran. "I can't remember. Anyways, Vinnie comes to me with a busted lip, so I do the obvious thing and ask who the fuck the guy is. She describes him to me - turns out he's some sick little shit who gets his kicks out of beating around women. So I hunt this guy down and ask what the fuck he thinks' he's doing with our Vinnie and what does he say? Just havin' a little bit a' fun." The family shook their heads and groaned in sheer disgust. "So I says'; You wanna see what real fun is? then BAM!" Anthony slammed his hand down on the mahogany wood, "He's got no fuckin' legs, I'll show ya' real fun, again: BAM! He's got no dick. Now he's crying like a pussy, begging for me to not clip him but obviously I'm not gonna let this little fucker get away so I just says' The Greys send their regards. Next thing ya' know he's drowned himself in Gotham River." Everyone nodded with approval, even Logan who'd already heard the story. It was a running belief in the Grey family - in La Cosa Nostra that honour had to be upheld, at all costs. The waitress returned with the brandy, quickly scurrying away from the scene, obviously knowing their business. Logan passed around the brandy for the men to heartily drink then raised his glass in a toasting gesture. The crew followed. "I'd like to propose a toast - to good family, good friends and fuckin' good ammunition." "Salve!" |
|
|
|
Post by Matthew Reid on Jan 2, 2011 0:56:53 GMT
Matthew remembered that well, not that he could forget anything anyway, but he said and did nothing except sip at his whiskey some more. He glanced at Logan occasionally while Anthony spoke and Matthew found himself wondering what they all thought of him... When Anthony said about the guy’s answer, Matthew raised his eyebrow. Then the man slammed his hand onto the table and Matthew tried to hide the surprise and tried to stop himself from jumping too much and hid any facial expression by drinking more of his drink.
Well, at least this drink was good for something... Hiding his facial expression was just what it happened to be good for...
When he heard what they’d done to the guy, Matthew couldn’t help but feel a little sympathy for the man, though the guy had deserved a beating. Now this was interesting, because Matthew was trying to decide on whether he should feel bad because the guy had gone through something like that, but on the other hand, he did deserve that kind of thing to happen... God, way to confuse himself...
Hearing Logan’s words, Matthew nodded along softly, still not saying anything for the simple fact of him not knowing what to say, but did join in with the toast silently. His gaze was on Logan now and he wondered, vaguely, what else would happen tonight... This could be an interesting night, tonight...
|
|
