Love, in Progress

Dining with the mob

Ricky was very, no, incredibly, irritated. He just wanted to have a nice dinner with his Detective- was that too hard to ask!? Apart from being seated by the waiter, they were approached from the second they entered the restaurant. Ricky recognised the man too, which was certainly worse, as Ricky had only ever been in the uh... backroom of the establishment. Oh dear.

Tinsley was having a nice night. Good wine and good company- well, aside from the mob, it had been good company. And the office that they had been reseated in wasn't too bad either... okay maybe the handcuffs were a bit much. Ricky looked on edge- and rightfully so, if the mob didn't kill him, Tinsley would. He was a little miffed that Ricky hadn't told him that the sweet little Italian place was actually a mob-fronted business, and from the look on Ricky's face, he understood what was going on.

"Detective Tinsley, pleased to finally meet you. I've certainly heard... things about you. I didn't know that we had a mutual fiend in Mr Goldsworth-" the moustache clad, mob man, started.

"Fiend?" Tinsley cut in, confused.
"Fiend." They confirmed in unison, glaring at each other.

"Don't interrupt, Detective, it's rude. Anyways, Mr Goldsworth has been pretty illusive about a favour he's supposed to have repayed us on behalf of his brother", the man said, placing his hands on Tinsley's shoulders, still holding  eye contact with Ricky, "We just wanted to make sure we're on... the same page, especially considering you guys walked in the front door."

"Drop dead, Mcbitch" Ricky hissed through his teeth.

The man gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on Tinsley, almost painfully so."Now Mr Goldsworth, there's no reason to be unreasonable now. You're a respectable man, and I can't see why we can't settle this like gentlemen" the man said.

"Dios mío- I don't give a flying duck about what Night Night is doing, if you have business with him- settle it with him!"
"And he said you'd sort it for him as a favour, so we're asking you."
"Cristo Miguel, throw me under the bus while you're at it" Ricky mumbled angrily under his breath, "Fine, but if we're going to talk about business, I'd rather not have a Detective here."

"Actually, I'd much prefer to keep him here- much more civil, isn't it? Plus it's hardly gonna be a privacy issue- especially since how... close you two have gotten recently, lots of little trips out and whatnot, hm?"
"Okay, I don't know what you're getting at but you'd better get your hands off of-"
"Mr Goldsworth, you are in no position to be making demands here- you may rule this town, but you're in my office now." the man stated. He drew a knife and lightly sliced a thin line across the Detective's cheekbone.

"Ricky.." Tinsley appealed quietly, feeling the blood run down his face. His hands shook slightly, worried that he may be about to end up as his very own cold case. Seeing Tinsley's distress, Ricky decided that he would have to play along until he could figure out a suitable plan. "Fine, what do you need?"

"I'm so glad you've changed your mind, the Detective might thank you for that later"
"What do you need?" Ricky repeated angrily, grinding his teeth together. If that man put as much as one more mark on Charlie, there would be a fresh body 6 feet under.

"Nothing much, just a couple of files being relocated to... safer hands, that's all. I suppose your little Detective friend could help with that one, hm?" the man said, clapping Ricky on the shoulder.
"I'm gonna have a word with my brother, and the second he hears-" Ricky snapped angrily.

The man laughed, cutting him off, "Playing the status card now, are we? What's he and his long legged sidekick gonna do about it?! Besides, it'll already be too late for your little Detective, if you as much as breath a word to anyone-" the man threatened.

"Consider it done." Ricky agreed.
"A pleasure doing business with you, Mr Goldsworth."