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❝𝙻𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛❞
𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒔 = 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 【＊＊＊】
"And Johnny Cruz wins again!" Angel exclaimed loudly, grinning wildly, giving Coco a few pats on the back as the latter rose from his bent position over the pool table. After just potting the black, the young man had a proud smile on his lips.
Mila groaned dramatically and threw her head back, the cue stood vertically in her grasp in front of her, it was getting to the point where those words didn't even surprise her anymore.
Coco looked her way smugly, "That's 7-nil, Mila. Anyone else would be thinking you're just lettin' me win."
"Anyone thinking that clearly hasn't played a game against you." She shook her head at his arrogance but couldn't keep the small smile off of her face as she took a sip of beer.
"Alrigh', Angel. Your turn to lose." Coco began setting up the table again, still grinning, "What score were we on? 9-nil?"
Mila passed Angel her cue, "Bueno suerte, you're gonna fucking need it." [Good luck]
Angel laughed sarcastically at Coco, using his cue to gesture at him, "This guy's ego's too fucking big. You just watch, one of these days I'm gonna beat you, you know?" Angel made a 'tsk' sound with his mouth, shaking his head.
The three were alone in the main area of the clubhouse, seeing as the two new prospects and the money launderer weren't allowed into the Templo meeting that was currently ongoing and had been for an hour already. Whatever matter they were discussing clearly being one of importance.
Just as she was about to take a seat on the barstool situated next to the pool table, the phone on the wall by bar let out two shrilling rings, causing all of them to face it during its pause, then it rang twice again.
Mila huffed, "I'll get it."
She sauntered over to the phone, picking it up before it could shrill again, "Hello?"
"Mila?" By her voice alone, the woman in question could already tell the woman on the other end of the line was her new assistant manager at Neva's Diner. Still, the assistant manager clarified anyway, "It's Kat."
"Hey, Kat?" Mila questioned, somewhat confused as to why Kat was ringing her up at near-midnight on a Thursday, "Is everything ok?"
