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Post by Korso Marcello on Jun 25, 2017 18:03:56 GMT -6
"Just not what you thought I was after," Nikki said as her smirk. "Pay me and I won't," Nikki said as she looked back at him, "I need to have some money to last me the week. I had two appointments next week, I would need to get paid to deny them. Cause like I said, I need to provide for myself," Nikki said as she now hustled Korso a little. She leaned forward again, putting her hand on his leg. Though this time it was a bit higher on the high, a bit close to his crotch. She then leaned forward, her lips gently grazing his ear. "I would need four hundred dollars or more to deny my respected clients," Nikki whispered in his ear. He grabbed her wrist tightly, forcing it off his leg. Now she was starting to hit his sensitive spot: money. Yet, he quickly realized that this could be a very beneficial deal if he played his cards right. "I'll give ya five hundred, in exchange fer a little more info on these clients of yers," said Korso, freeing her hand in order to grab his drink. "Murders are on the rise 'round town, right when I'm tryin' to show off my newly built club. You can see how this can turn into bad publicity. So I'm gonna need these killings to stop, an' if you can help I'll make you a gracious offer."
Korso checked his pocket one more time, finding comfort in the fact that his gun was still on him. "I'll see you this Friday at 7, at the Lincoln Theater. Keep a low profile until then, doll."
He waved his hand over to one of his men at the end of the bar and showed him five fingers, then nudged his head towards Nikki. The man nodded and reached his hand into his coat. "My guy at the end over there will hand you yer money before ya leave," said Korso, now eyeing the escalating argument between Dean and Salvatore. "Now excuse me, I got business to take care of."
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Post by Phillip Kingston on Jun 25, 2017 18:32:40 GMT -6
Phillip was just about to try to get to know the beautiful company of Dean a bit better when his attention easily got directed to someone else completely, the crown princess. "Miss Marcello, what a pleasure to get to see you again up close as well." Phillip greeted Charlotte with a smirk before his expression immediately started to darken and got suspicious at the tell about what had happened when Dean started to work as personal driver. Just what had happened between them and did he even want to know in the first place? Indeed how and what the green eyed beauty told the tale Phillip would be lying if he said that he wouln´t feel some what of a bit disturbtion. Or was it jealousy even? Ridiculous! He knew neither of the involved people well enough for that or had strong enough feelings. Point given though that yet he was quite attracked to Charlotte and somehow even Dean got the doctor to like him.
As quick as the princess had appeared she also left the group yet much to Phillips delight with a kiss on the cheek. However again to his dislike she had done that to both males. Oh well maybe he could try to direct the kiss somewhere else when there were fewer people to watch or at least that was what the doctor thought. The moment he stepped out of his mind which was just about to go wild Phillip sadly got to notice though how the small group of people had vanished to different directions so he just shrugged and left the bar to get himself a bit of food before he would dance the night away, especially after he would have catched up with his dear flatmate again. Surely he would have quite the amount of fun that night since with Anita Phillip definitely never got bored, even if it was only that he needed to get her to stop clinging so tightly on him every now and then.
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Post by Dante Valentino on Jun 25, 2017 18:39:10 GMT -6
Dante took the gun out of the box, feeling it in his hands before flipping the cylinder open to check the bullets. Each round was full with a brass bullet. Clicking the revolver closed, he lightly spun it on his finger before taking out the old gun he had in his shoulder holster under his suit jacket, replacing it with the new one. "Point me to the snake," he said with no hesitation. He'd kill any bastard that thought they could sneak into the lion's den without consequences. Korso chuckled, amused by the young man's spirit. It reminded him of his old days, except now he could be there to mentor Dante and teach him the necessities of being a Don. Pulling the trigger was only the first step, but at least the lad was showing some confidence. "In time, Little D," said Korso, standing up to stretch out his arms. "I'll let you know when, but now I need ya to make sure that clumsy daughter of mine is all right. I'll leave her in yer care for now. She usually hates havin' a guard, but yer like a brother to her, so it should be fine." Korso made his way around the desk and patted Dante on the shoulder. "If anyone asks...this was just a check-up meetin', nothin' more," said Korso, expecting Dante to comply as he always did in the past. "That'll be all." With that said, the opened the door to allow Dante out. This time his men in the hall were still at attention, and the cards were left untouched. "Beat it, runt," said Korso, loud enough for them to hear. Dante smirked a little at the nickname. It wasn't his first choice, but knowing he even had one from the Don meant things were good between them. At the assignment to take care of Aria, he tried not to brighten up, keeping his face neutral as he nodded. He mentally winced at Korso saying Aria liked him like a brother. 'Like a brother...' God, I hope not... he thought as he walked with him to the door. "I'll watch out for her, she's a strong woman though," he said, wanting to speak well about her to him. "It's lucky that she likes me, didn't think it was possible," he admitted as he silently reminisced to back when Aria first met him, how she at first hated him just for working for her father. "If anyone asks...this was just a check-up meetin', nothin' more..."
Dante nodded, knowing how it worked until Korso felt ready to reveal what Dante's role really was. The door opened and he kept his head down as he walked out. "Beat it, runt.""Yes, boss." Dante walked past the men who refused to relax until Korso was no longer around. Dante mentally smirked to himself, knowing one day, those same men would be giving him that respect.
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Post by Nikki Valli on Jun 25, 2017 19:28:11 GMT -6
He grabbed her wrist tightly, forcing it off his leg. Now she was starting to hit his sensitive spot: money. Yet, he quickly realized that this could be a very beneficial deal if he played his cards right. "I'll give ya five hundred, in exchange fer a little more info on these clients of yers," said Korso, freeing her hand in order to grab his drink. "Murders are on the rise 'round town, right when I'm tryin' to show off my newly built club. You can see how this can turn into bad publicity. So I'm gonna need these killings to stop, an' if you can help I'll make you a gracious offer."
Korso checked his pocket one more time, finding comfort in the fact that his gun was still on him. "I'll see you this Friday at 7, at the Lincoln Theater. Keep a low profile until then, doll."
He waved his hand over to one of his men at the end of the bar and showed him five fingers, then nudged his head towards Nikki. The man nodded and reached his hand into his coat. "My guy at the end over there will hand you yer money before ya leave," said Korso, now eyeing the escalating argument between Dean and Salvatore. "Now excuse me, I got business to take care of."
Nikki smirked and raised her head when he grabbed her wrist tightly. "Well aren't you forceful about money," Nikki teased before she listened to him, her eyes staring right into his. Showing him she was listening to every word. She knew she had to listen by how he was holding her, but she held no fear. If he had wanted to kill her, he'd have done it by now. He threw in one hundred bucks for information on her clients, an offer that she didn't think he'd make. He then let go of her hand, causing her to lean back as she put her hand on the counter, tapping it with her nails. He then told her he wanted the killings to stop, this made her raise her eyebrow. Korso then told her where and when to meet him, making her nod before she looked at the man that now was giving her money in a bag. She checked to make sure it was all there, and it was. It seems the man didn't want to wait before she left. Good thing too, she was leaving right now. "Well, I'll accept this deal," Nikki said before she got a pen and paper from the bartender. She wrote the name of her clients on it and got out of her seat and took her money and paper. She stood next to Korso and gently put the note into his pocket. "There's their names, I'll tell you more at our date. I'll call the moment I get home and cancel my appointments," Nikki said as she turned to him and placed her hand on his cheek to make him look at her. "Thanks for offer, Bub, I'll see you next weekend," Nikki said before she gave him a kiss on his cheek before she turned slyly and walked off. Her hips swaying as she did. She did one last turn around and waved at him before she left the party. Her job had been done.
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Post by Salvatore Ross on Jun 25, 2017 19:40:53 GMT -6
Salvatore chuckled at the way this guy was showing no hint of being scared. This guy really didn't give a shit, something about that made him happy. He raised an eyebrow at the man, as he sighed at him. " I don't think I know how to keep my mouth shut. Guess we have that in common. " Salvatore smirked at him. He was just asking to get knocked out. Salvatore always was out for blood when he was in a fight. If the man wasn't bleeding or had some type of broken limb, he wasn't satisfied. This guy knew he got himself in a load of shit. Him being such a small guy, going up to a guy half his size. He had balls, that's for sure.
Salvatore saw him peak over and then made him do it as well. Guards were walking their way right to them. " Comin' to join the party?, " He thought, smirking some and then turning back to him. Hearing his comment, which made him roll his eyes. Guards would be an interesting part to this fight, especially since they were Korso's guards. This was exciting, crossing his arms at the man who had to open his big mouth. " Wanna talk outside like a big boy? Unless you feel really shy... " He laughed, " Me? Shy? " He shook his head, continuing to chuckle. " I could care less if the whole world was watching. " He stepped out of his way, " Lead the way, tough guy. Let's settle this like big boys, hm? " He peaked back at the woman still behind him, " You can join us if you want, doll face, " winking at her again, knowing it get under her skin then peaked back. Pointing his arm to the direction of the door in a shooing manner, waiting for him to go.
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 25, 2017 19:58:56 GMT -6
Dean could not help but smile a bit mischievously at Salvatore's entire posture. He knew he was way in over his head with the much larger man, not to mention the guards around them, circling and coming ever so close to both of them. Things were not looking too bright for him by this stage. He could blow his cover if he did not play it smart, so being the man he was, he would be forced to improvise and think of a solution to this little problem. One that would avoid Evie getting into more trouble than what she already had gotten into.
Gently passing his hand on his friend's hand, Dean smiled ever so calmly. "Don't worry...I'll take care of this crap, alright?" he murmured to her, smiling calmly before moving forward and teasingly poking Salvatore with his own shoulder, shooting him a playful glance. His hands still in his pockets, he hummed on the way out, a grin stamped on his lips, even though he was slightly nervous at his own predicament.
Turning around and bowing with his hat at the guards, Dean could not help but think that this would surely get him noticed by Korso. If driving his kids around had not helped, then this should do something for himself. He was going way in over his head at this stage. What was he doing?
"Come on, big boy. You're not scared of meek ol' Dean, right?" he smiled teasingly as he slid his hands out of his pockets. He was not stopping now.
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Post by Chel Cellini on Jun 25, 2017 20:21:18 GMT -6
Chel was still being entertained by the older divas, still watching them have their little fight. She was twirling her drink, between her fingers, wondering what the older ladies were going to state next. She brought her drink up to her lips, attempting to take another sip, and realizing that the drink was empty. She sighed, looking up at the bar. She couldn't help but spot a rather huge man, about in his late forties or early fifties. She tilted her head realizing that he seemed to be in a provocative attitude, Who could have gotten on his bad side? She thought to herself, she walked a little bit towards them to see a man guiding him outside. She focused a little more on the man guiding him. She widened her eyes to spot Dean!
She then brought a hand up to her face and said mumbling lowly, "You have got to be fucking kidding me?" She didn't care about watching her language at the moment. She was concerned about her neighbor, who clearly was in over his head, walk outside to his death sentence. She grabbed another drink off of a tray a man way carrying, rushing to them. She couldn't run in her heels and said to herself, "Why am I still wearing these?! They aren't even that cute." She struggled but took them off and began to carry them instead. She raced outside and spotted Dean, walking up to him, seeming panicked, "Are you crazy?" She whispered to him aggressively, "Are you trying to get killed? I just got you a new couch don't make me waste my money." She had a confused and panicked face and then dropped it as she spun around to the older man, seeming unimpressed with him but irritated that he was trying to fight her friend.
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Post by Salvatore Ross on Jun 25, 2017 20:44:06 GMT -6
Salvatore's eyes followed the man as he nudged his shoulder against his, giving him a big grin before starting to walk outside. He was ready for blood and action. The whole party was going to be watching and he was hoping maybe some guards will jump in also - or maybe even Korso himself. He chuckled to himself and started to follow slowly. He peaked around, seeing eyes were still on them after all this time. Guards were stalking them, getting closer. This was exciting to him, giving him a little bit of an adrenaline rush. He got close to a guard and couldn't help to pucker his lips, doing a kissing sound. He knew this was going to be entertaining, maybe not for others but, for him. This guy had no chance but, he was hoping for surprises.
He walked outside and heard the voice of a woman, he peaked and saw the girl in the white dress he was checking out earlier. He couldn't help but, smirk even bigger. He whistled lowly at her, " You look even sexier up close. " He looked her up and down, checking her out more before hearing... " Come on, big boy. You're not scared of meek ol' Dean, right? " He peaked back over at him and started to roll up his sleeves slowly. He slicked his hair back, but a strand of hair fell right back in his face as he stood there. His eye twitched a little, before grinning and saying, " Aren't you adorable! " He laughed some, " Who could be even a little afraid of a weak, pathetic, little boy like you? "
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Post by Anita Page on Jun 25, 2017 20:44:50 GMT -6
Anita, once she had finished having her photos taken by Megan, went looking for Phillip now that the party was coming to a close. Apparently a lot was starting to happen around the bar between Mr. McCoppin and another burly gentleman, and Anita made it a goal to steer clear of them for now.
"Phillyyyyy!!" she called out in a sing-song voice as she made her way through the crowd. She was determined to find him; he owed her a dance, after all, and there was no way she was going to pass him up on that offer, no matter what. Now it was just a matter of finding him before he was snagged by some other well-dressed women at the party.
Scouring the crowds, she finally spotted his frame and rushed over to him, flinging her arms around his neck in a hug as she giggled. "Philly! There you are! I've been looking all over for you!" She jumped down off of his shoulders and nudged him towards the dance floor where the band was playing out a few final pieces. "The night is almost over and you still haven't asked me to dance yet." She pouted her lips at him in a playful look of disappointment.
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 26, 2017 6:19:33 GMT -6
Throughout his life, Dean had come to realize that even though he could be considered a rather smart man, he never really had a talent for making the best sort of decisions when they involved his well being getting put into question. It could go from his time in the Rockwell Police Department, to this brief stint in the army and, well...to this particular situation. Surely, he always knew he would talk too much and let everyone know exactly what he thought, but now he was dealing with a guy much larger than him. To add things up, sad guy looked incredibly unhinged and eager to pummel him, which meant that the night was going to be rough for Dean. He had had his experience fighting before, and had taken out people who were larger than him for sure, but that usually happened in settings he was in control of, and not in the back of a speakeasy where he had little to no margin of maneuver around the situation. Still, he knew he would go through with this to the very end.
Watching the guards around them move ever so closer, Dean was sure that if he and the other man were to stick around for much longer, they would most surely have to endure the men all over them as they were dragged out. At least Dean wouldn't put up much of a fight, but he had a feeling that his newest acquaintance would be much more liberal with his fists, should someone lay a single finger on him. Was Don Korso even aware of what was brewing up between them? It would surely draw some attention, even if not for the best reasons.
His focus was broken for a second when the familiar sillhouette of a white dress sped towards him, blocking his view from the larger male. Blinking, Dean looked down at the short girl now standing before him, immediately recognizing Chel; although her usual ditzy and bubbly demeanor seemed to have been replaced by an expression of worry and even frustration at him. His assumption quickly proved to have been correct, judging by how she lectured him about what in the world he was thinking about doing, to which he could not actually muster up a decent and cohesive response. He was not really sure about what in the world he was hoping to accomplish with this, having just chosen to stand up until the bitter end, as he usually did. The only issue would be that this time life would not treat him as gently at all.
Rolling his hazelnut eyes and shaking his head, Dean was quick to press his index and middle finger over Chel's lips, so to make her be quiet for a second before he leaned in and whispered. "Easy there, couch girl. I know what I'm doing..." he muttered to her before looking up at the man towering over him, his expression shifting a bit into one of waryness. "...sort of?" he finished his sentence, taking a deep breath and standing upright again. The man had shot yet another batch of mockery and insults at him, not to mention a taunt to Chel once again. "See? That's why I'm not in a great mood right now..." he added on to Chel, ruffling her hair softly before walking past her and towards the other man. "I never got your name, big guy!"
"I'm still gonna try that couch on, okay? Don't worry." he said, his focus turned to Chel for one more second while he shot her a playful grin before looking up at the other man yet again, whistling in a mocking manner at his taunts.
"I don't really know, I don't think I try to make people fear me. Well, at least not in the overcompensating way you do..." he kept on saying, running his mouth at the larger guy, clearly wanting to make him lose his focus. "Are we doing this or..?"
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Post by Chel Cellini on Jun 26, 2017 18:06:23 GMT -6
Chel stared at Dean with a panicked expression still. She was confused and thought to herself, You finally let yourself have a new friend and he decides to get himself killed. Just my luck. Just your luck Chel. She was snapped out of her ramblings and thoughts when she felt a finger press to her lips. It silenced her just for a moment to somewhat regain herself. She widened her eyes, staring at him and listened to what he had to say. She began to feel calm when she listened to him. She felt like he was confident and it made her feel more secure about the whole situation. It all disappeared when he said, "...sort of?"
She groaned, becoming agitated again and then whispered, "You better know what you're doing." She peaked back at the older, rugged looking man and rolled her eyes. The comments never have phased her because of her job. She was used to them and it wasn't the worst comment she has gotten from men trying to be bold and vulgar. She was somewhat surprised that Dean went out of his way to stand up for her. She turned her attention back to Dean, mouthing, "Go with it!" She gave him a glare, daring him to mess this up.
She whipped around flashing a smile to this rugged man, placing a hand on her hip, and cocking her head. She examined him, grinning and staring up at him now. "I wish I could say the same thing for you, Mr. Macho." She walked over to him and placed a hand on his arm, raising an eyebrow, "Hm, I guess you're not that bad." She was trying to grab his attention, giving Dean enough time to possibly throw in a good enough hit. Hopefully, to disorient him some. She didn't want to witness the death of him. She snuck a glance up at the tall man once more, flashing a smile, as she began to walk around him. She traced her hand from his arm to his back and dropped it. She looked at Dean and winked, mouthing, "Get ready." Being out of the tall man's sight, she knew that she wouldn't get caught mouthing to Dean. She took her heel. leaning back and chucked it as hard as could at his head. She went behind him pushing him some towards Dean, watching the taller man stumble forward some. She motioned to Dean to punch him, by making her hand hit her own fist multiple time, with exaggerated faces. She jumped back to be out of the man's path and couldn't help but laugh slightly from the man stumbling. She didn't usually like seeing someone get hurt but when it was someone harassing her friends or her, she didn't mind it.
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 26, 2017 19:03:58 GMT -6
Dean got slightly annoyed as Chel insisted on moving forward towards the bigger male. For a second there, his eyeballs widened in frustration upon the entire situation, his mind racing as he wondered just what in the world Chel was looking for. Was she actually going to throw herself at the bigger male? Was she suicidal? It did not take long for him to figure out what she was trying to do, which only caused him to further roll his eyes, seeing how unrealistic it was. Did she think this was a book? The guy would never fall for it. Or would he?
Dean would be damned, but surely, Chel had her way around people; seemingly catching the male's eyes as she spoke up to him, much to Dean's surprise. Either the bloke was completely dense or Chel was a true seductress. Perhaps a bit of both? If the larger guy was as much of a blockhead as he seemed to be, Dean would probably have a hard time hitting him. Just his luck.
Much to Dean's shock, Chel hit the male with her heel as hard as she could, judging by the sound of the impact. For a couple of seconds, the desginated odd job man actually hesitated, just standing there dumbfounded. "Huh...apparently that's happening. Okay, alright." he muttered to himself, taking a long drawn breath. He was going to have to roll with this, huh?
With a deep breath, and trying not to laugh at Chel's cartoonish gestures, Dean carefully measured himself and what he had to do, clenching his fist. This was where his preparation would come in handy. When fighting a bigger opponent, one should always aim for the ears. The impact was sure to disorient anyone. Someone called it discombobulation, even. If you could not find balance, you would definitely fall down. If anything, Dean wanted this guy not to underestimate him.
He moved rather swiftly, his right hook swinging swiftly from the side, mercilessly meeting the side of the larger male's head, hitting him right on the ear. His knuckles bashing against the male's skull, Dean hissed softly at how harshly he felt his bones rake against the guy, before he threw a left hook at his jaw, the impact clearly making a sound. It had hurt Dean just to try this, so where would he be getting at?
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Post by Salvatore Ross on Jun 26, 2017 19:23:42 GMT -6
Salvatore kept watching them as they went back and forward with each other. He crossed his arms and sighed some. They were so pathetic. He looked around seeing people gather around as they stood there. Any minute now, fists would be flying. He peaked back at them, now that Dean was in front again. Pushing the girl back behind him, he smirked a little. He seemed so cocky, so ready to get beat down, but he liked how confident he was. " I never got your name, big guy! " He rolled his eyes, why would he say his name? He was never going to see this guy again, he'll probably be dead after this. Salvatore raised an eyebrow, " Salvatore. " He watched him as he was whispering to the girl before doing another cocky smile and insult. This guy just won't stop. He laughed some at him, " Well, let's go, Deanyboy.. Let's see if you have some bite with that bark. " He was ready to fight, but something stopped him once again from breaking this guys jaw.
He saw the doll flash him a pretty smile, " I wish I could say the same thing for you, Mr. Macho. " Mr. Macho, really? He rolled his eyes some but, gave her a smirk. He watched as she walked her way towards him, brushing her small hand on his arm. He raised an eyebrow, hearing her again. " Not that bad, huh? " He peaked back at Dean, giving him a big smile. He didn't mind this happening, giving how extremely attractive this woman was. He peaked back at her but, he was out of his sight. Something about this just didn't seem right though. He could feel it. What was this chick planning to do?
Salvatore was a guy that would fight groups of men. Five or even six at a time, and win. He was a fighter even when the guys were bigger or even tougher then him. He stared at Dean, almost studying him. Then, suddenly a hard impact of what seemed to be a heel went to the back of his head. He stumbled a little closer to Dean, holding the back of his head. Seemed like this chick was trying to help him, which didn't surprise him any. He knew something was up but, stupidly let it happen. As he was trying to regain himself, he felt two other impacts, one fist to the right and then left of his head. He stood there some, it made his jaw hurt a little. This guy made some pretty hard hits, but it only seemed to piss him off a little more.
He stood up, finally regaining himself. He started to laugh, moving his jaw around, cracking it some. " Is that all you got? Wow, you really are pathetic. " He continued to chuckle at him. He peaked back at the doll behind him, as she had the shoe still in her hand. He smirked, " You got a nice hit, doll face. I think I'm about 50 percent more into you now. " He winked at her, playfully and turned all his attention at Dean. He cracked his knuckles and glared some. He walked to him, throwing his right arm back and threw his fist, contacting it with the guy's nose. He then, threw another punch hitting his stomach square on. He heard people gasp as they stood there around him. He peaked up and then looked at Dean, " C'mon, tough guy... I'm just getting started. "
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Post by Korso Marcello on Jun 27, 2017 7:22:33 GMT -6
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"The hell you are," said Korso, who emerged from the light the Moonlight Lounge, accompanied by two men. Once all eyes were on him, the Don stepped between the two conflicting parties.
He studied Dean's face, shaking his head at the sight of blood. Reaching into his coat pocket, he produced a clean white cloth and handed it to him.
"I admire a man who protects his lady, even when he knows he can't win," said Korso to Chel and Dean. Now his eyes were on Salvatore. "I also admire those with strength...even when their drink choices are sometimes questionable."
The Don reached into his pocket once more and produced a card with his name and telephone number. Without hesitation, he approached Salvatore, handed him the card, all without breaking eye contact. "Ya got promise. Maybe there's something I can help ya with, so long as you can help me in return."
"You too Mister Dean," said Korso now to the other two. "I see potential for you, but it won't mean anything if this gentleman kills ya here an' now."
Leaving Salvatore with the card, Korso returned to his men and entered the party, but not before giving out this warning: "Opportunities come once in a blue moon, but if you numbskulls are out here fightin' when the press shows up, you're gonna lose it...an' then some."
"Thanks for comin'," said Korso waving his guests goodbye before going back inside, hoping to get more info on Dean from Miss Harris in the near future, and was just as hopeful he hear back from this Salvatore character.
(Sorry for any typos had to type this on my iPhone)
(Following Dean, Salvatore, and/or Chel's replies this thread will be closed.)
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