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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 16, 2017 10:08:25 GMT -6
Dean was no exactly sure how he had gotten this far so fast. He had done a few jobs over the past couple of weeks, mainly light stuff. He got most of his recognition out of doing a few driving jobs, however. He liked to think he was particularly good at it, seeing how many costumers he had. He particularly felt fixated on the time he had spent working for the Buchanans, mixed feelings coming to his mind. On one hand, he was paid handsomely and had a chance at spending some nice time with Jenny; while on the other hand, he had to bear witness to the toxic relationship that existed in that house. It felt bittersweet. Yet here he was now, summoned to serve at Don Korso Marcello's door. It hadn't turned out to be a simple job, though. He was actually called up to drive around Korso's own daughter, Charlotte. During his time in Gatsberry, Dean had come to understand how protected the two mob princesses Korso called daughters actually were. One was a glorious dancer whose voice could also melt hearts, while the other was a kind spirit who grew flowers in the middle of a wolf's den. Dean was tasked with making sure the singing talent went wherever she wanted. Should be simple enough, right? His hands in his pockets, the man hummed to himself, looking around with slight boredom as he awaited Charlotte, his foot tapping on the perfectly handled floor beneath him. Everything felt so symmetrical and adequate to how the world saw the crime family. Polished, calculated, organized. It fit, indeed. Humming to himself as he picked up a cigarette, Dean could not help but hum and whisper a melody he had learned while serving in the army. It was slightly somber, yet it reminded him of the hope he and his mates were forced to hold on to. It was a good way to pass some time. "Keep the Home Fires Burning, While your hearts are yearning. Though your lads are far away They dream of home. There's a silver lining Through the dark clouds shining, Turn the dark cloud inside out Till the boys come home."
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Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jun 16, 2017 14:32:15 GMT -6
To day was a rare day for the oldest Marcello sister. She wasn't training and she didn't have to help/take care of her father or her sister. She thought that tonight she would go out to one of the speakeasies and have a little fun. If the Moonlight lounge was open she'd have gone there but it was still being constructed, so instead she thought she might go to the Jive and Thrive or maybe even the Devil's eye. Daddy usually didn't like it when she or Aria went there but he was out of town on busyness and her new driver probably didn't know that.
She descended the stairs in a simple white silk sheathe dress and her white fur wrap around her shoulders her heals clicking quietly against the floor.
The man waiting at the door who she assumed was her new driver was humming a tune that she had learned a while back. But it wasn't really Cruella's style of music as it was a song sung for men at war to give them home and now that they weren't at war the only ones that seemed to sing that type of thing now were those that had been in the war.
"Hello Mr. McCoppin. I'm Charlotte Marcello. Pleasure to meet you." She extended her gloved hand. Most kissed the back but this gentleman was knew and might just shake it either was it was not an issue for her. She smiled at him sweetly as she waited for a response.
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 16, 2017 16:56:28 GMT -6
Dean snapped out of his absent minded trance in an instant as soon as he heard the footsteps of his soon to be passenger approach. He had learned to pay attention to the slightest of noises back in the day, so it was kind of hard to catch him off guard. His hazelnut eyes darted up, and he caught a full glimpse of the glamorous Charlotte Marcello, raising an eyebrow as she came closer to him.
There was no denying that she was definitely a true beauty to behold. Every corner around Gatsberry spoke about Don Korso's beautiful daughters, delicate and gracious like roses. Yet everyone knew that the thorns they had protecting them likely meant that few men would dare to mess with them, no matter how far their father could be. It was a massive pro of rulling over an empire, Dean supposed.
Quickly putting out his cigarette, the driver could not help but smile a bit in response to her calm demeanor, which was oddly affable for a woman of her position. His days back in the Bureau had prepared him to meet up with a family of ruthless criminals, with no principles or qualms about violating human dignity. Yet, here was this young lady, heiress to a criminal empire, acting like a friendly neighbor and treating him with quite a warm kind of greeting.
The more time he spent in Gatsberry, the more Dean realized the mob was truly a family. Principles, order, respect and coordination. There would only be trouble for those who opposed them and their peaceful world. The only problem with them seemed to be how arbitrary they were with dispatching those who were outsiders, but that would not be a problem for the moment. At least not for him.
Gently bowing his head, his gaze fixated on her gloved hand, so delicately offered to him. Holding her wrist gently, he pressed his lips against Charlotte's knuckles before softly looking up at her and standing straight. "The pleasure is mine, Miss Marcello." he said in the most polite tone he could muster, the contained demeanor of how he expressed himself still sounding odd to himself, seeing how informal he was used to being.
His trenchcoat was resting inside the car, leaving Dean with a well ironed white shirt whose sleeves were gently pulled up to his elbows and a dark tie that made him look informal yet professional. Kind of the way he liked it. He had always been a rebel, yet he was used to fighting for order. It felt poetice.
Taking a step back, Dean opened the door for the mob princess to come in, carefully making sure she had all the space she needed to sit comfortably. "So, where should I take you tonight?"
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Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jun 16, 2017 17:30:29 GMT -6
Charlotte smiled as he kissed her hand. Aria usually hated when people did that to her but Charlotte learned when she was young that if her father saw someone not show his daughters the proper respect, even if it was ok with them, then they would be punished. Better to let the distance and formalities exist between herself and the other people of Gatsberry. It was safer for everyone that way.
Charlotte gave him a sly grin as she sat down and situated herself in the car before she spoke. "Well Mr. McCoppin tonight is a rare night for me. I don't have training with Miss de vil, Daddy is out of town and my sweet dove Aria is working late at her flower shop so I have a night all to myself. So we are going to be having some fun tonight. We're going to The Devil's Eye." She told him. She used a tone she had learned watching her father the tone that brokered no argument and suggested consequences to any who didn't listen.
But unlike her Father the consequences for not listening to Charlotte were far less sever. Well unless they made Aria unhappy then they'll wish Daddy got to them first. If people didn't do as she wanted, other then a few exceptions, she would annoy them till they followed instructions. And Charlotte could be very annoying if she wanted to be.
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 16, 2017 17:42:37 GMT -6
Dean had adjusted himself to his seat after making sure Charlotte was comfortable enough. Adjusting his mirror to make sure it caught a good glimpse of the mob princess, Dean was rather intrigued by how she would behave for the rest of the evening and what she would want. She seemed tame enough, though he could feel a spark of rebellion brewing up inside the mob princess as she eyed him and the rest around her.
He could not help but raise his eyebrow at what she asked of him next, though. Something told him that she was not exactly supposed to go to the riskiest bars around, but he had a feeling he would not have a chance to refuse, even if she wanted to. If anything, whatever could be done to him if he disobeyed her could be made worst if she alleged he had done more than just not doing what she told him. Having fun was a rather relative term, but he understood it certainly could not hurt.
Shrugging slightly as he buckled in his seat belt, keeping him steady in his place, he placed his arm around his seat as he looked over his shoulder to exit the grounds of Marcello Mannor, smiling a bit at Charlotte as he did so. "Devil's Eye? Satanic sounding, much, no?" he asked with amusement in his tone as he made a bit of conversation with the princess. "I'll be sure we get there in one piece then, Miss Marcello."
Humming to himself as he adjusted the car, he drove off into the city's most exotic part, curious as to what exactly she was thinking about doing.
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Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jun 16, 2017 18:12:05 GMT -6
Charlotte's grin widened as Mr. McCoppin began to drive. He must be new in town if he didn't know that the Devil's eye was in one of the most dangerous parts of town. Honestly the only place she could go to get in more trouble would be the Spread Eagle. But she didn't think giving her new driver a stroke would be a good idea so the Devil's eye it was. Plus what she really wanted was to get drunk and dance somewhere. Sure she could do that at home there was plenty of liquor around the house but there was no element of surprise if she got drunk at home.
She smirked into the mirror at the handsome man driving her tonight. With tonight being a night of fun maybe she'll torment him a bit she knew she could get a little out of control when she had too much to drink and that is exactly what she intended to do tonight.
"You're new in town aren't you Mr. McCoppin?" She crossed her legs letting the dress ride up just enough that if he looked back at her he could see her knee. "I've been in Gatsberry long enough to recognize something like that."
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 16, 2017 18:28:57 GMT -6
Admittedly, Dean had been around enough to realize that the Devil's Eye, like its name suggested, was not exactly the most safe and prestigious bar in Gatsberry. In truth, it was far away from it indeed, with scoundrels and less adequate people oftenly prowling around it, not usually being a good sign for people who were more frail or vulnerable. Luckily for him, he was with Charlotte, which he guessed was not particularly defenseless, seeing how protected she actually was. Whatever trouble could go around, he had a strong feeling few would try to mess with her.
His eyebrow raised slightly upon her question, making him look in the mirror to eye her indirectly. He was slightly taken aback by the good view of her she was giving him in such a gracious manner, flirty even. He was not particularly dumb and could control himself. If anything, Charlotte seemed like one who liked to play, so he could do the same in a more controlled manner.
"Did my accent really give it away that fast?" he asked in a light tone, smiling a bit as he looked at her through the mirror of the car every once in a while. "And please, call me Dean, Miss Marcello. Mr McCoppin makes me sound like an old man." he made sure to remind her, not really enjoying being adressed with many formalities. It never felt comfortable with him, even if had gotten used to giving courtesy to others if he had to.
He had seen a few bars ever since coming to Gatsberry, so he was sure this one would be amusing enough, even if he had to be taking care of a powerful young lady. Parking close to the Devil's Eye, he had a feeling this would be rather...interesting.
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Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jun 16, 2017 18:50:54 GMT -6
Charlotte smirked. As they parked she sat forward and leaned in by Deans head. Letting the driver see down her dress to her braless breasts.
"I'll call you Dean." She touched his chin and turned his head before he got out of the car. "As long as you promise to call me Charlotte." She let her finger drift away from his chin slowly before she pulled back and began exiting the car.
Oh tonight was going to be so fun. Drinks, dancing, playing with all the boys that wanted to touch her but knew they couldn't. And especially Dean. With him working for her father and as her driver that put him in a very precarious position. They could have fun in the back seat together but if her father ever found out he'd probably be dead. That's why Daddy never knew she lost her virginity back in high school. He had been her driver too. He was a few years older then her, she had a few drinks at a party and had gone to the car where he was waiting for her. She'd had a crush on him since he started driving and that night she pulled him into the back seat with her and had her way with him. Daddy never found out but he had moved to another city still working for her father. He told her he was to scared her father would find out but she was fine with that she didn't have time for any kind of 'relationship'. For Charlotte sex, drinking, and dancing were all about releasing tension.
"Lets go." She said with a saucy grin.
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 16, 2017 19:00:19 GMT -6
Dean was no longer a youngster per se. If anything, he was pushing towards thirty three years old, seemingly having some air of maturity to him. That, however, did not stop him from enjoying the sights around him to a certain degree. He smiled slightly as his employer leaned forward and graced him with a good sight of her voluptuous form. He'd be lying if he said he was not fascinated by how glorious well shaped her breasts were, even if he had only looked for a second.
Her finger on his jaw, he narrowed his eyes in a playful manner as she made him a simple offer, one he really did not mind working with for the time being, provided both would be professional about it. Slowly shrugging, Dean nodded. "Alright. Charlotte sounds very regal anyway."
Sliding out of the car and locking it, Dean walked next to Charlotte, accompanying her to the Devil's Eye, throwing the key to a young worker watching the car. His eyebrow raised as he eyed the young man, he made things clear real fast. "Y'know who that car belongs to so take good care of it, alright, kiddo?"
His hands diving into his pockets as he walked inside the bar with Charlotte, Dean was, to say the least, curious as to how everything was playing out. He was surely graced with a darker aura inside the Devil's Eye, a crimson light filling the area around both of them as he made sure to find a nice seat for him and his companion. "Well, you sure like picking colorful places, huh?" he asked Charlotte, eyeing her from the corner of his eye with a smile.
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Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jun 16, 2017 20:13:07 GMT -6
Charlotte smirked over her shoulder as she lead him into the rough dirty dive bar. She opened the door and walked in like she owned it... and she might as well considering how people treated her.
People parted before her like she was Moses crossing the Red Sea as she headed toward the bar. The Bar tender already had pulled down his best bottles of Gin and Champagne for her and was already mixing up her favorite drink. By the time she was at the bare her French 75 was done and set in front of her. Charlotte took a long sip taking out half the glass before looking at the bartender and smiling.
"Darling I think you make the best French 75's in this whole city." She gave an exaggerated shiver and a wide grin before downing the rest. The bartender smiled.
"Thank you Miss Charlotte." The very large man behind the bar said with a blush as he set a second one in front of her and began prepping a third for when she was ready for it.
Charlotte turned to Dean with a sly grin as she took another long sip from her second drink. "Well Dean? You're not going to let a lady drink alone are you?" She patted the stool next to her invitingly.
(A French 75 is so named because the combination of gin, lemon juice, sugar and champagne is said to have the power of a French 75-millimeter M1897 field gun used in WWI.)
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 16, 2017 20:24:21 GMT -6
Dean was leaning back in a chair, his arm slightly hanging over the wooden structure as he eyed Charlotte move around. She certainly knew how to blend in with the dark environment around her. Although she was much more relaxed and bubbly than those around her, it felt as if they all feared her, which they all might as well. Korso probably had men working on that bar, so he was sure he would see heads rolling if anyone tried anything funny. His own head would likely be at stake if he took it too easy, too.
He had chosen to give Charlotte some space to enjoy herself, wanting to keep his distance while being friendly. She seemed adamant not to let that happen, though. Before he knew it, she was already inviting him to drink with her, which he was...adamantly against. He needed to be in a proper state if he was tending to her. He also had to drive her home. Was she trying to test him or kill him? She seemed more than what she let on after all.
His expression remaining non-chalant and tame, he decided he'd bite the bait. He could handle a drink or two for sure. If anything, it would help him loosen up as well. Walking over, he took a seat next to Charlotte, turning his attention to the bartender for a second. "I'll have what the lady's having."
Pressing his elbow on the wooden surface next to him, Dean fully focused on Charlotte now, curiosity stamped in his hazelnut eyes while he made sure they never travelled too much below her neck. He was professional...or tried to be at least. "So, are always this kind to your workers?" he asked with a smirk, picking up his drink to take a slight sip.
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Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jun 16, 2017 21:04:49 GMT -6
Charlotte grinned widely at Dean as she finished her second French 75 and had her third put in front of her. "Well I'm not mean to them you understand." Charlotte's pupils were blown showing the alcohol was already effecting her. "But I'm only really nice to the ones I like." He put a hand on his shoulder running her fingers over the cloth of his coat feeling the muscle of his upper arm.
She downed the third French 75 and stood up putting her hand on Deans elbow pulling him up. "Jimmy." She turned to the bartender. "Watch our drinks for a minute for us were going to dance a bit." She pulled Dean onto the dance floor during a slow song. She pressed her tiny frame against him and put his hands on her hips. And she began to move. Dean seemed a bit stiff though so Charlotte thought she'd loosen him up. She slipped her into his jacket and ran her hand over his chest through his shirt. "Dean dance with me." She gave him her best pouty face as she pressed herself against him. "I can show you just how nice I can be?" She offered with a sexy grin. She lifted her knee and pressed it teasingly against his inner thigh.
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 16, 2017 21:30:09 GMT -6
Dean was very calm and contained. One could be surprised at how much he could actually handle and still remain a firm and stiff face. Charlotte flirting with him in such a deliberate manner would not be what broke him, even if he did feel it could get him into hot water. Looking at her eyes, he noticed how large and round her pupils truly were, showing she was more tipsy than what he initially believed. The thought of having to carry her home in such a state was as hilarious as it was fearsome for Dean's state. How did he keep getting into these situations, again?
"Ah well, I like to think I'm adorable too." he joked lightly with her before she surprised him by yanking him off the bar and dragging him to dance. As she pulled him, he pondered all sorts of protests that were not borderline offensive or not indicative that she was giving him ideas. "Uhm, Charlotte? Yeah, I think this may not be my sort of solo."
The moment she made his hands hold her waist, though, he knew he really didn't have much of a say in the matter. Her expertly crafted dress didn't stop him from feeling how soft yet firm her curvy body actually was. It was definitely nice to hold, even if it was way too risky for his own good. He could not help but feel amused at how way over his head he actually was.
He shook his head, taking gentle dance steps with her, trying to remain delicate in how he handled her and not look as if he wanted to plow into her, even if she acted like she wanted it. She was not exactly sober, though, and even if she was, he was not reckless enough to push it now. "Ah, I'm sure you're really nice, it's just that I...am...not." he began to say firmly, his more imposing demeanor fading when he felt her knee brush off way too close to a soft spot of his.
Screw the Don, not his daughter, screw the Don, not his daughter...
His eyes rolling a bit as he looked away and almost laughed from the sheer irony of the situation, he took a deep breath, his right hand gently holding her leg and pulling it down and away from his intimacy. He tried to focus on her eyes for a bit, regaining his calm and smooth composure as he slowly danced with her. "French 75s sure make a party, huh?"
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Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jun 16, 2017 21:48:44 GMT -6
Charlotte moaned as she stayed pressed to the taller man. She then turned her body pressing her back against his front pressing her firm dancers rear against he crotch. She kept his hands firmly on her hips not letting him get away.
"Oh Dean sweety." She whispered breathlessly over his shoulder so only he could hear her. "What in the world makes you think I want a nice man." She rubbed against him as she lead him back to the bar. She took her fourth drink and downed it in one gulp she help up her hand to the bartender telling him to not make her another yet. "And if you think those make a party wait till you see me in the back seat of that car." She rolled her hips against him. "So Dean tell me." She lifted her arms up and put them around the older mans neck as she continued to move against him. "What are planning to do with my Daddy out of town on busyness?" She asked in a seductive voice as she pressed her whole back against his front.
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 16, 2017 22:07:02 GMT -6
He had his fun dancing around with the mob princess, assuring himself he knew how to keep his hands to himself. Charlotte, however, did not seem to be sober enough (or maybe she really didn't care about it enough) to do the same. That became abundantly clear at the exact moment she decided to grace his crotch with her firm rear. He had seen it coming, yet he knew he was not prepared for it.
His calm demeanor visibly shifted into a quick chuckle, purely nervous at her reaction when she whispered in his ear. For someone who didn't go out too much, Charlotte had a vixen streak to her indeed. She seemed to be good at getting what she wanted. Biting down on his own lip as he smiled a bit, obviously enjoying the friction she was giving him, he could feel her small hands gripping his wrists as he himself held her tightly against him in pure instinct. "I tend to predict if people are gonna like me. Maybe you-"
His train of thought was derailed when she rubbed herself more firmly against him before nuzzling against him. To be honest, were this a normal circumstance, he would have taken her to the backseat of the car already and relieved his tension. Something told him he had to play it smart here, especially with people around them. The fact she was probably noticing he was not particularly rejecting her didn't really help, though he stayed as controlled as he could.
Her arms now wrapped around his neck, he could not help but smile at her suggestions, as if they had come out of a movie. He felt guilty that his hands, resting on her hips, were now gently letting his fingers press against her skin, teasing her lightly. "I think..." he said in her ear, in a long, drawn out voice as he tried to refrain from letting her know how much he was amused by this, though he knew she could probably already feel how much she was turning him on. "Your sweet old man would prefer if I took you to the car and back home, yeah?"
The voice in his head reminding him not to get into trouble seemed muffled by another one telling him to let loose, though he knew life was unfair.
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