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Post by raven on Aug 5, 2011 17:28:14 GMT -5
Raven entered the restaurant with a huge smile on her face. She prayed that Spot's birds hadn't followed her all the way to Little Italy, if they did, she was going to stab them all with a dull object until they died. That didn't matter though, what matters was that she was going to eat the best Italian food in the entire city in peace...with Racetrack. Okay so maybe not peacefully, but at least she'd have a good time.
Raven scanned the restaurant and shrugged when she didn't see him there yet, oh well. She selected a booth and sat down, ready to wait.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 6, 2011 15:37:22 GMT -5
Race entered the restaurant a bit out of breath, since he was running a little late to meet Raven. And due to his dismal losses at the tracks, he might even have to ask her to spot him for the meal, but he decided not to mention that right away. Especially since they had more pressing matters to discuss.
"Hey there, Rae," he called, approaching her booth and sitting down across from her. He didn't bring up the things he'd been hearing from Brooklyn--he left that to her. She had a lot more of a connection to the place than he did these days, after all.
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Post by raven on Aug 6, 2011 22:48:37 GMT -5
"Heya Racetrack, finally decided to grace me with your presence huh?" She smirked at him and then glanced at the menu. She set it down on the table and rested her hands on top of it. She sighed.
"I had to get outta there...the tension over the bridge is exhausting."
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 7, 2011 9:14:35 GMT -5
Race looked over the menu too, mostly to make this all look casual, since he already knew exactly what he wanted. "You couldn't've figured that out five years ago like me?" he said, matching her smirk.
He glanced around and saw that it was a pretty slow night at Mama's, and there didn't appear to be any shady characters lurking about. Besides, he was sure Raven was the city expert at shaking tails and spotting spies by now. "So what's going on over there anyway? I've heard fifty different rumors in the past week."
((Would this be before or after Race spotted Sammy? And if it's after, would Rae know already, or should he be telling her now?))
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Post by raven on Aug 7, 2011 9:23:20 GMT -5
"Nope, evidently I was a little slow on that," Raven said with a smirk, "Besides I can't leave now, I'm a little attached."
She glanced around as well and took a deep breath. Now she started talking to him in Italian, she wasn't taking any chances here.
"Spot found out Sammy's still in the city, but he doesn't know where yet. He's been on edge ever sense. There's probably a bird out there watching me right now. I've never seen him this bad, he looks at everyone like they're going to throw him under the bus. I don't know what Sammy's planning to do, but I don't like it."
((I'm thinking this is after Race saw him and Rae wouldn't know yet))
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 7, 2011 9:36:24 GMT -5
Race sighed at the news that Sammy was still in town. He was so hoping he'd been mistaken. That maybe Sammy had a harmless brother or cousin walking around, or a totally innocent look-alike. He lit a cigar and took a long drag to prepare for this.
"I know where he is," he said, also in Italian, "or where he was last night. Saw him in the Bronx on my way home from a poker game, slipping into an alley just over the border."
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Post by raven on Aug 7, 2011 10:50:17 GMT -5
"Are you kidding me?" Raven exclaimed and then began to spew a slew of italian expletives at no one in particular, cursing her way from whore to fuck it all.
"Waiter! I need a drink!" She looked at him. "You gotta tell him, Race. If I tell him he'll have a heart attack cause I left brooklyn. Ill never hear the end of it."
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 7, 2011 11:21:35 GMT -5
"You want me to have a conversation with Spot? About Sammy? Do you hate me, Rae?" He looked at her with miserable brown puppy eyes and called for a drink himself, along with a plate of ravioli, which was usually just as effective at drowning his sorrows.
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Post by raven on Aug 7, 2011 11:34:12 GMT -5
Raven plucked a ravioli from Race's plate and started to eat it. "I don't hate you and I don't mean alone. I know you and Spotty aren't exactly on the best of terms."
She paused and then took a sip of the beer the waiter delivered. "He's gonna need help. If Sammys teamed up with the bronx there's no way Spot can handle it on his own."
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 7, 2011 11:52:03 GMT -5
"I never know what terms we're on, that's what bothers me." He put out his cigar, sipped his drink, ate a couple forkfuls of pasta, and felt marginally better. "Jack'll come to Brooklyn with me, he'll wanna talk to Spot face-to-face. If he'll even meet us face-to-face. Though if Duane Street really gets into this, along with Brooklyn and the Bronx and whatever else Sammy's got up his sleeve, we're gonna end up tearing the city apart."
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Post by raven on Aug 7, 2011 12:10:37 GMT -5
"You think I dunno that?" Raven wasn't looking forward to the outcome of this mess. She also knew that this would bring her and her brother face to face once again and that scared her more than anything.
"Jack'll help... I know he will." Raven said, "sometimes I wish I wasn't Spots girl cause then things would be normal ya know? Things would be quiet." She sighed.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 7, 2011 12:24:14 GMT -5
"You could walk out," Race pointed out, knowing she probably never would. Spot and Raven were like a mafioso and his wife, bound together by love and sex, crime and vengeful schemes, and probably other things he didn't want to know about. Thank God he'd left Brooklyn when he did. "How're you holding up, anyway? Are things really bad with Spot?" He didn't even know if he was asking about romantic or political troubles. The two were kind of connected in this case.
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Post by raven on Aug 7, 2011 12:29:15 GMT -5
Raven smiled sadly. "Not good. You know how it is, Race. If Brooklyns a mess so are we. Everything affects us. He's so paranoid, I think he even thinks id betray him if I had the chance. God, I love him but if he keeps being so secretive and standoffish Im gonna be moving back to hattan whether Jack likes it or not." Raven finished with a grin.
"What about you? Any girl?"
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 7, 2011 12:48:58 GMT -5
Race smirked. "Jack'd be thrilled to have you back. He'd finally have someone to back him up in bar fights.
"There's a girl," he admitted, "pretty, loves the races...got her heart broke and says she can never love again, and she means to join her folks out in California." He shook his head and took a long drink. "I sure know how to pick 'em."
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Post by raven on Aug 7, 2011 15:23:59 GMT -5
"Oh honey," Raven gave his hand a pat. "Just wait and see, you'll win her over. All us girls, we've had our hearts broken and we go it ain't never gonna happen again....and then guess what? I'm still with dipshit ain't I?" She smirked. "You just gotta show her you're worth it. Be her friend."
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