Thread: 91 Days: Peace Never Lasts Forever (Athene & thejohnnytype)

His eyes would immediately drop to the floor when she seemingly hinted at showing herself to him by grasping the fabric of her gown. He would then watch his feet saunter across the room, to the nightstand where an old whiskey glass rested atop a coaster. Stale liquor and a light coat of dust swirled at the bottom when he lifted it to his nose. Two days it sat there untouched and if his mind wasn't on other things, he might've excused himself for the state of his room, which was rather immaculate 'cept for this one glass. Ahem, don't get me wrong... I'm sure you're an exceptional young woman but no, I would much rather you keep your clothes on... Please. Andreas placed the glass back down and fiddled with the Lawless Heaven until the cork squeaked out. Only after swallowing two generous sips did he find it safe enough to turn around and face her again. He used his coat sleeve to catch a lone drop trailing down the corner of his mouth. The strength of the alcohol burned his nose and throat, causing his eyes to squeeze shut as he recovered from its kick. It's Prohibition nobody's supposed to be drinking. The sun peaked into the bedroom window as late afternoon drew near, while the softest jazz melody played from a classic record player. Andreas, having taken another brave sip from the bottle, only loosened the tie around his neck and sat on the bed. I've only been eighteen for a day but I've drinken? No, drunken, alcohol before. His head hung so low his bare chin was pressed against his chest. His eyes stared at the words on the bottle though he didn't bother to read them. So you're sixteen, yeah? He hadn't wanted to think too much about the older men that have gotten away with having their way with her. And for God knows how long she's had to endure it. But he knew it was morally wrong and inhumane, that it was no way any person should live. It was bittersweet to also think that the next 24 hours or so would only serve as her day off. And you say you can't go home. Still, listen never mind the risk, but Yun, if there was a chance you could be free from all of this, wouldn't you take it? His head snapped up, fire and determination in his eyes, And what if I helped? Davino Salvatori is another name to remember. His close bond and brotherhood with Don Albert is more recognized than his paternal role as Antonio's father. One would say he is the second in command. So it would be worth mentioning how Davino does not share the same jealous tendencies as his eldest son does. Antonio believed in his birthright to take charge of the household and succeed his Uncle Albert whereas Davino respected the ultimate decision to leave it to Andreas. Don Albert dreamed of an empire in which his legacy would be carried on by his own son, and Andreas Russo was the closest he would ever get. Something of a fleet of cars lined up on the paved roadway that wrapped around an island of greenery. Centered among them was Davino's signature Red Phantom. He, his two younger daughters ages twenty and fourteen, and several Salvatori men made their approach while others emerged from their vehicles to follow. They were a mix of good friends of the family, business partners and their young heirs. From Andreas's bedroom window, they could all be seen mingling in the garden behind the manor where Don Albert really outdid himself organizing an entire lawn party. What? Antonio hasn't arrived yet? Davino finally met with Albert. He stopped by for sure but he's run off, according to Andreas. I should have known he wasn't going to take today seriously. I tasked him with bringing Andreas's present. Davino's uneasiness showed in the way he shifted his weight from one foot to another impatiently. Surely they're not still going on about that pesky feud? I'm afraid so, brother. The fight for the Don's seat undermined the strength of the Salvatori family. But none had ever thought Antonio would go so far as to conspiracize against Andreas Russo. The young man arrived at last to the party in a white Mercedes S series, also known as Andreas's birthday gift. They'd bought it quite some time ago while they were still fresh on the market and to no one else's knowledge but his own, Antonio's been using the car for his drops in Veleno territory. The bottom half of the vehicle was covered in dirt and grime, dinged up from forced getaways. Otherwise, an excellent two-seat car. Ah, there he is. Davino lifted a glass of champagne to his lips, his eyes on Antonio as his son quietly joined his sisters at a round table. Then I will have someone fetch for the birthday boy. Will Rosalina be joining us? Not for this gathering, but she will be home in time for the dinner with the Velenos. Andreas removed the needle from the record since the band downstairs had been playing loud swing music over it. He could not help but to tap his foot and hadn't noticed the little shake of his hips he did during an enthusiastic trumpet solo. So many people had come today, though he saw straight through their facade. The reason anyone did anything with him was always because of Don Albert. Andreas was lonely and perhaps he relied so heavily on Yun because for once in his life he made his own decision. There was a knock on the door, but Paolo didn't dare to try the knob. Since the door was thick too, it was useless to try talking through it. Andreas set his bottle down and moved away from the window to answer it, only peeking his head out while he hid his body behind the door. Haha, couldn't even wait until you got to the hotel? We're... getting acquainted. Well I'm sorry to intrude but Don Albert wants you down here with everyone else. You can bring her with you if you want. Thanks, I'll uh, keep that in mind. As Andreas slowly shut the door, he'd seen the most sly look on Paolo's face that made his own face burn. So Yun, care to join me outside or...? You know, if not, you're welcome to stay in here. He pinched the knot in his tie and thrust it up tight. Otherwise it may be awhile before you can eat... He spoke so low it was like he was talking to himself. More loudly, Is this a bad idea? Bringing you downstairs, I mean.