Post by Leonardo on Jan 25, 2014 17:08:48 GMT -6
It was 8:00 at night, and the moon had fully risen, casting it's calm gaze upon the rebellious and restless night. The temperatures were surprisngly warm for January, and a cool breeze rolled in here and then to remind those that this was indeed the winter. It was an important but annoying day. Leo was trying to set a new business in motion. He was going to capitalize on the gambling faze, something that dogs did daily with anything they could. There were also needs for clubs, and he found that he could satisfy that need as well with the right kind of work. But unfortunately, he was facing some opposition. Many of his investors were against him in this. They felt that their shares in his business would be squandered on such a risky idea. They were understandably afraid. Not only that, but the Chronicle, the town do-gooders, were here to witness the event and have their say in the matter. Lately they were acting as sort of a mock Council, and many had to cooperate with them if they didn't want something bad about them being said in the newsfeed. Now, not that they were corrupt, but they were one of those finickey things that hindered mob activity, and you would just have to smooth them out to the best of your abilities. It was part of the life.
A meeting was being held in a private room in the warehouse. Dogs from throughout Bensonhurst that invested in his business were coming to support or protest. Now was his chance, his only chance, to convince them to support him in creating this business, and grant him the metaphorical gambling license. If anyone could do it, it was smooth talking Leonardo Ricardo Mancini. But he would need the help of a very special gambler. Alonzo "Big Al" Capaldi.
There was a guest list. Guido stood at the door to enforce it. The main people of interest were:
Carlo - Santino's Deli
Red Harry - Red Robin
Frankie Sardelli
Alonzo Capaldi
Benito "The Fascist" Mussolini - Johnson Steakhouse
Chip Caesar "The Chroncile"
Millicent Brooks "The Chronicle"
Everyone had reserve seats. The biggest of course was Don Leo's, and was at the head of the table. It would be the last seat to be filled. Al and Frankie would be seated closest to him and write across from the table from one another. Both were experts, but Al's main purpose here was to talk about gambling and how it could be a safe and useful source of revenue. Frankie was here to talk about business and basically scare them. And Leo was only there to win over the crowd and swindle the piss out of them. It was all a game...one that he and his partner Frankie had played a thousand times. Al would be knew to the team, but he would need to make a good impression to make a postive impact on the especially cynical Mussolini and Carlo.
The guest began to poor in, all of them smelling like fancy cologne and all had their hair slicked back. They checked their names off the list and found their reserved seats. Cats and dogs were allowed, and even BeeBee, an actress and 8 year old cat diva, had come. This showed how vast and diverse the Mancini organization actually was. All of them wanted to see what was going to happen to their "money". They didn't have time to be racist with one another and chase each others tails. They were here to do business, and strictly that. Everyone mingled a little while they waited on the Mancinis to arrive.
A meeting was being held in a private room in the warehouse. Dogs from throughout Bensonhurst that invested in his business were coming to support or protest. Now was his chance, his only chance, to convince them to support him in creating this business, and grant him the metaphorical gambling license. If anyone could do it, it was smooth talking Leonardo Ricardo Mancini. But he would need the help of a very special gambler. Alonzo "Big Al" Capaldi.
There was a guest list. Guido stood at the door to enforce it. The main people of interest were:
Carlo - Santino's Deli
Red Harry - Red Robin
Frankie Sardelli
Alonzo Capaldi
Benito "The Fascist" Mussolini - Johnson Steakhouse
Chip Caesar "The Chroncile"
Millicent Brooks "The Chronicle"
Everyone had reserve seats. The biggest of course was Don Leo's, and was at the head of the table. It would be the last seat to be filled. Al and Frankie would be seated closest to him and write across from the table from one another. Both were experts, but Al's main purpose here was to talk about gambling and how it could be a safe and useful source of revenue. Frankie was here to talk about business and basically scare them. And Leo was only there to win over the crowd and swindle the piss out of them. It was all a game...one that he and his partner Frankie had played a thousand times. Al would be knew to the team, but he would need to make a good impression to make a postive impact on the especially cynical Mussolini and Carlo.
The guest began to poor in, all of them smelling like fancy cologne and all had their hair slicked back. They checked their names off the list and found their reserved seats. Cats and dogs were allowed, and even BeeBee, an actress and 8 year old cat diva, had come. This showed how vast and diverse the Mancini organization actually was. All of them wanted to see what was going to happen to their "money". They didn't have time to be racist with one another and chase each others tails. They were here to do business, and strictly that. Everyone mingled a little while they waited on the Mancinis to arrive.