Through The Mafia

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JJ - clapdaddie

Frenchie - caoimhemorris

Jay - jaydencroes

Gil - gilmhercroes

Victoria - victoriaonni

Lydia 'Baby Doll' - smellycosplay 

 Mason 'Trigger' - ttbret 

 Annie (detective) - gloomydoomicorn

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The 6'1 man walked into the bar, a cigar hanging from his mouth. His tuxedo clean as a whistle. The men turned their heads towards his direction, mutters floating throughout the bar. He puffed out gray, smelly smoke. His eyes darted towards the men, making their heads turn back. He walked to the stools, sitting down on the cold, uncomfortable wood. He looked around, waiting for someone to serve him. The man taped his fingers on the counter. 

To this, a short, red head woman trotted over. Her smile wide. The man looked over, watching her skip over to him. The lady walked over, her short dress glittering with the dim, bar light.  "Hello," The woman's pink lips moved into words. She realized her voice was far too loud. "How can I help you?" 

Her brown eyes darted all around the man's face. The man's deep voice was finally put to use, "Whiskey, please." The red head's smile widened. "Alrighty!" She turned, grabbing a glass. She grabbed a bottle, opening it. "I'm Lydia, by the way!" Her cheerful voice was loud, almost turning into a squeak. "I don't care." The man snapped, far too tired to deal with these childish adults. "Well, I was just gonna say, you look very familiar-", She was interrupted by the bar door opening again. Everyone's heads turned again. Lydia blinked, confused. This time once her eyes went to the noise, they didn't leave. "Woah."

The man's head turned. A tall, beautiful woman entered the bar. Her thick, brown curls bounced as she made her way to the bar counter. She sat down, right next to the man. Her brown eyes turned to the Lydia, "Vodka, please and thank you." Her angelic voice echoed throughout the bar. The man glanced at the brown haired woman. For some reason, he needed to know her name. He opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by her. "I know who you are, Mr. J."

To his surprise, he let out a low chuckle. "Oh, do you, now?" The woman gave a small nod. "I mean, who-" She was interrupted again by Lydia, her voice almost shouting. "Oh! I knew it!" She realized her voice was getting too loud again. She lowered it, until only the two could hear. "Mafia members." The man raised his brows, "Oh, someone's been doing her research, now get us our drinks, will you?" Lydia turned, huffing. She worked on their drinks, silently. The brown haired woman turned her attention back to the man. She stuck out her hand,

 "They call me Frenchie."